It has probably not escaped your notice how blah my blog has been lately. I do seem to have lost my blogging mojo lately.
I do go through these phases of bloggy malaise from time to time. I went through a phase of knitty malaise this past weekend as well.
The KOARC looked on in mild astonishment as I threw down my poor sock-in-progress and said (for no good reason) “Stupid worthless %$*&-# sock!” (I did pick it up and apologize to it later.)
I have absolutely no excuse for not having this pair of socks complete at this point. But I am close to completion.
Hopefully my mojo will return soon. There are more socks I have that I want to knit before I move on to something else. (I have even less mojo for things other than socks).
Maybe I’ll just blame it on the weather. It’s still hot and humid and I am so ready for it to be autumnal!!
In the meantime, here is a Lucy story. If you don’t like cats, just click away now.
We always have chicken for dinner on Friday night. Approximately 15-20 minutes before it comes to the table, Lucy positions herself beside the KOARC’s chair — she’s no dummy. She knows he’s a soft touch when it comes to treats.
So we’re having dinner, and the KOARC is saving the choicest tidbits to offer to Lucy, one at a time. Lucy indicates her readiness for another tidbit of chicken, so the KOARC tosses a bit down to her. Somehow, it ends up caught in her tail.
Lucy spends some time circling around: “Huh? I smell the chicken? Where is it?”
In the meantime, the KOARC is parting the fur on her tail, looking for the chicken. Lucy is giving him the over-the-shoulder grimace: “Why are you messing with my tail, Daddy? Don’t you know that we have an emergency? There is a piece of chicken missing!”
I catch sight of the chicken stuck in her tail. “Look! there it is!” I exclaim helpfully.
The KOARC gets Lucy’s Zoom Groom and starts combing her tail. Lucy is further nonplussed. “Daddy, focus! No time for grooming! Find my chicken!”
Finally, the piece of chicken is retrieved from the deepest darkest jungle that is Lucy’s tail fur.
We spend the rest of the evening calling Lucy “Chicken Tail.” She pretends not to notice.
You see what I put up with here? It’s a good thing there are nice people who give me new toys!