Show countdown Sunday

This is usually the week where I lose what is left of my mind, trying to figure out what hole in the stock to fill. Somehow, after dealing with the mania created by PI, I feel oddly calm...ready to pack my stuff into the BAV and roar through 1/4 of a tank of European Gas (I know, I know...we pay nothing, compared to Europeans...) to get over to our familiar plot of land occupied once a year behind the fire station at King's Mountain (unincorporated Woodside). Now, for those of you that do not live in the SF Bay Area, let me give you a little idea of what it is like at this time of the year. Here, in Lafayette we may be experiencing 91F/33C and as you get on the highway that cuts through our town and head west, you find that the air is becoming decidedly cooler. You go through the Caldicott Tunnel, under the Oakland Berkeley Hills and site of the infamous firestorm that took hundreds of homes and out to not only the most spectacular view of the San Francisco Bay but also at LEAST 10 degrees cooler than the town at the eastern side of the tunnel. Yes, that's right. Now, you head down the freeway to the lower part of Oakland and the temperature keeps dropping, at which point, if the weather is nice, you can see over to the San Francisco Coast Range and see a fluffy topping of white ocean generated fog. Yup, in San Francisco, when it is 90 plus degrees here, it may be 30 or 40 degrees cooler. We keep driving west, over the Bay Bridge (yes, the one that broke a little during the Loma Prieta earthquake) and hang a left on the other side, going south along what is called The Peninsula. We get further and further into the Pea Soup fog and this is where I start my internal chanting, mantra, whatever...fog fog go away, etc. Yes, further and further into the fog we go, until we veer off onto the highway 280 that takes us closer to the coast and our destination. We see the fog spilling over the highway 92 cut, the east/west road that goes up and over the coast range to Half Moon Bay and head up this road, rocking and chanting and wishing. On we go, up and up until we reach the fog shrouded apex and hang another left, driving onto Skyline Blvd, which navigates the top of these, the Santa Cruz Mountains. It winds on and I keep praying, seeing the trees leaving wet spots of the road from the fog moisture drips (oh nooooo...) and at the next turn and few feet higher in elevation, we either let out a string of blue words or a HUGE sigh of relief, the difference being how high the fog is and whether we break out of it. If we are out of it, my beautiful piece of real estate in a Fairy Ring of redwood trees will be a cushioned and cool respite in this community park, if NOT, I will be frantic and catatonic, all at the same time because it will literally RAIN under the trees. There you have it...my yearly Labor Day weekend ride.

I am getting ready. I started preparing shawl kits yesterday and then went in and sat at the Spin-tech for a few hours. That thing allowed me to spin over a pound of two ply yarn in a few hours. Yowza. (having the Bruce Hornsby Free-view on our Satellite, certainly helped the time and fiber go by quickly!)

Vanessa is always wanting to see Tank. Well, he is not a cute little baby any more! He is starting to look like a real grown-up dog. (he will always seem little to me because Sasha is so enormous) Anyone that has Labs knows that there are two speeds with these puppies...full out and ZZZZZZZ. He is doing the latter under the computer table right now but here he is when I insisted that he pose. He looks positively cockeyed from being half asleep. Taannnnk. :o) He has a fresh new collar today because a couple of days ago he, with the help of his cohort, removed his collar and chewed through it. Come onnnnnnnnn...knock it off. So, he has a new one. Tah dah. I told The Husband that between the collars and toys and fancy dogfood, we were going to have to buy stock in Petfood Express! :o(

Enough kavetching. Here are two new Sock! colors, thanks to requests. Pink!

Turqua

It may take a little while to get them up on the site because the web goddess from Canada is going on Vacation but in the meantime, if they appeal to you, we can make it happen for ya.

Time to see if I can break some more spinning land speed records with my aluminum Zippety Doo Dah. I love this thing.

Comments

[vanessa]

thanks for the tank fix :-) he looks like a teenager. my madaket (yellow lab) goes crazy if you take her collar off, she keeps trying to stick her nose back into it til you put it back on ;-)
have fun next weekend!

[Kerry]

He still looks like he's got some growing to do to put those long legs in proportion! What a babe.

[Lisa S]

Yeah, a teenager. He is putting on muscle now but has a chocolate lab shaped head after all. He started out looking like a blockhead like Sasha, who has a Rottweiller in the woodpile, but now he just looks like a tankish chocolate that has a black body...not your showdog matrial by any means...fine with me. He was bugging me like crazy tonight after dinner because he had to blow off a bunch of steam and I must say that the retriever instinct is palpable. He goes and gets and then drops it for another go-round. Sasha goes and gets , brings it and then won't give it up. The wonders of Nature.

[vanessa]

my madaket has a very long thin face, i like that kind of lab better than the blocky heads (but don't tell sasha). i was told that there are 2 kinds of labs, the american field (thinner sleeker heads, longer legs) and english show (block heads, stockier legs). i had a hard time finding an american field.

[Helle From Denmark]

I'm a pervert......i KNOW.....but somehow i could see that pink color for Brenda's shoal water!!:-) But also the Ginger Peach....or Elektra. Oh dear..!*GRIN* I'm so in love with my Ginger Peach!*LOL*

[Lisa S]

Well now, Tank is a combination, then...narrow head (Chocalate Hedddddddd, say it with me now...) and the stocky, big boned body. He wants to learn and go get and do "watch me" and lots of stuff like that. It is good to see because he used to just want to play with his friend but now will pay attention to me when I direct him. It is like some light is going on in that brain of his. Now, if we could just get them into the BAV and to a body of water. (Sasha gets sick and he gets nervous) I think that I would see the breed immerge, big time. Our neighborraises pups for Guide Dogs and I need to take her up on the offer of a swim for Tank. :o)

Helle, this is a great pink...not wimpy at all. (My interpretation of Breast Cancer Awareness Pink. ) The "Turqua" is my interpretation of Ovarian Cancer turquoise. Pat is getting her skeins and a portion of these proceeds is going into the respective funds.

[Helle From Denmark]

Ohh i know. I am also the kind of person, who really don't care, if people think it's a nasty, or odd color i have choosen.....HE......as long as i like it, and having fun.....! That is a beautiful color..and it would fit the Cardigan, and in my appinion the color must not be to dark for that design......that would spoil it somehow!:-)

[Jo]

Tank has a beautiful coat and so shiney....i bet you have an enormous food bill. i buy london broil or whatever on sale for my big girl, Maia, the German Shepherd, and my love and shadow.

oooo my box just arrived with my goodies from you. gotta go. love ya