Screech bang

That is the sound I heard from the front of my house this morning. Here is the result. This poor guy’s Monday is going to suck even more than a regular Monday. He either a) felt it was perfectly acceptable to leave home with an iced over windshield driving east into the sun, b) instead of watching the road was looking at his phone while dialing work to tell them he’d be late (um, now, way late) or c) driving way too fast in front of my house on the street with no sidewalks so that people (me) running or walking with their dogs have to dive off the side of the street to avoid being hit by a car going 60 in a 25 mph zone and hit an icy patch. Whichever of the above it was I still feel bad for him. And bad for my garbage man. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

Ok, on to knitting. I finished Stacie’s scarf and did a wet block. I love the way it looks! The thick/thin yarn really adds a lot of interest. I also worked on Jim’s socks…the most boring socks ever that I haven’ t picked up for months. I figured with the the Knit Olympics coming up it would be pretty stupid to start something new and exciting that I won’t get to touch again for 16 days. So instead, I decided to put myself into a black sock induced coma. Despite how SLOW they seem, I am making progress. Knitting a project for Jim is the only time I wish he was a more average size man! I promised black “work” socks which for him come just below the knee of his 6′ 4″ long legged body. He just doesn’t like calf socks. BAH. Bad for a sock knitter.