When Knitting Was a Manly Art

It’s hard to stay depressed around here. First off I’m too damn busy. We have our first plant sale of the season in less than a week. Saturday and Sunday of next week will be spent at the Clackamas County Master Gardners Sale in Canby, Oregon. Eileen is in panic mode, though I know we’ll be alright.

Then it’s the cats.. Have I ever mentioned we have cats???… Feeding the sheep and horses usually means an entourage of a half dozen cats, all looking for attention. One of these days I need ot take my camera along so everyone can enjoy the parade. Then, two of the boys have decided they like Gina’s dry dog food. I came into the barn this morning to see two cats standing with their two front feet in Gina’s food tub, crunching away and Gina standing behind them and not sure what to do. Very funny.

Ben continues. Still not eating, but drinking quite a lot and still able to get himself in and out of the pot when he needs to. Really not much weaker, but sleeping a whole lot more than usual, even for a cat.

Only a small amount of work on the Gansey this morning. Two more rounds completed, but surprisingly, I’m really enjoying this sweater knitting. Somewhat mindless, but this is something I can knit for myself. Most of my lace knitting just wasn’t masculine enough. Even subscribed to Janet Szabo’s newsletter, Twist and Turns. Look’s like some interesting stuff.

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