So, we are outside doing some chores last night. Nothing out of the ordinary...the dogs are inside, looking out the heavy security screen door (this is the only kind of screen door that I have found will look nice AND keep enthusiastic knuckleheads from breaking through to greet the You-puss man.) like USUAL. I was cutting back some bushes and minding my own business. The Husband, after doing widdah woman duty, was cutting back a large branch on the Peppermint Gum tree. Lalalalalala..work work work, sweat, work, swat mosquitos...come inside.
That's when I hear it...The Husband's booming voice, calling to this guy. 
BAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDD DOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Oh no, oh crap, what has he done now? I really freaked because The Husband had spent the afternoon cutting and patching the hole that BD had scratched/chewed through the bedroom-to-hall wall and it was
ready for a coat of paint. No, it wasn't that...it was covered up. You see, when The Husband had opened up the wall for repair, he DID find the remnants of dead termites in there, bugs that had been killed by the Clark Guy a few years ago, with a drill and a squirt and a patch. See where I am going yet?
Yes, that is a hole...a new hole on the hall side of the original hole. I guess that this means that Tank must be crated whenever I can't see him for more than 5 minutes...for crying out loud. We all handle stress in different ways (I am trying to see if cortisol really DOES cause weight gain) and I guess the fact that the house is looking like a freaking rat maze right now has driven the puppy who did not ruin one shoe or one piece of furniture to wall work. Work work work and he does SUCH a great job. :o(
Now for you yarn fans...I have gotten my mitts on Biffle (Blue Faced Leicester to you uninitiated ones)yarn and will joyfully be adding it to the line-up. Yummy. The sock yarn has probably made it to my wholesaler by now and so I will be anxiously awaiting the arrival of this investment next week. Just like the El Dorado (kid/silk) I will probably stare at it, like a blank canvas, until I plunge in and dye the first skeins.
What next? The Son turns 32 tomorrow (gasp! Yes I WAS a child and don't you forget it) and The Daughter tells me that she is getting HUGE with the help of The Grandsonfetus, who is growing and healthy and letting his daddy feel his movements now. I wish that I lived closer but if I DID right now, I would be throughly and completely distracted by the woman who used to be the little girl called The Distractor..."look at ME, Mommy...look at ME!" Yup, and I DID look and found it hard to be anything other than a mommy during those years.
The Husband is in the Wait and See mode with his job. His resume and job app are in and now it is up to The Corporation to offer him a job at his salary or NOT. Hell, they may want to save that extra $30K because they need to buy that Other Oily Corporation right now...clipping coupons...saving pennies. Yeah, right. In the meantime, we are in sort of a holding pattern. Holding the real estate agents back with one arm and writing checks to painters and floor refinishers.
Yes, I AM still dyeing through all of this...AND spinning. You betcha. Nothing is different in the dye room and when I spin, I can close out the rest of the world...lalalalalala.
Tank! Stay away from that *^&#%$& WALL!
Ohhhh Poor Tank!!! He is stressed alright!! Watch out, that it will not be a bad habit he gets!:-) Of course he can sense all what is happening...and remember to give him some time also, as you use to, so he don't feel that he is all alone in the world!!:-)))
Kid/silk.....Yum yum....don't tell anymore....already have enough on my list i want from you!!*GGGG*
Posted by: Helle From Denmark | August 03, 2005 at 11:59 AM
Tabasco on the plasterboard...
Hey Lisa! Yesterday in Berkeley, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee loved your Sky Drama shawl too.
Posted by: AlisonH | August 03, 2005 at 12:26 PM
Oh Alison, how cool to meet The Harlot in person. I missed her in Maryland but will catch up to her one of these days, that wacky woman.
I am reaching for the tabasco right NOW!
Posted by: lisa S | August 03, 2005 at 12:34 PM
Did you say sock yarn?
Posted by: Juno | August 03, 2005 at 01:22 PM
SOCK YARN, SOCK YARN, SOCK YARN. There, I said it and won't take it back. I am just waiting patiently and look forward to making it happen for you guys. :o)
Posted by: Lisa S | August 03, 2005 at 01:35 PM
Tank has gotten huge!!!Still a puppy though. We have a six year old puppy. Poor lisa. i feel your pain.
Posted by: elizabeth | August 03, 2005 at 05:00 PM
oh that little stinker ;-) thanks for a good belly laugh!
Posted by: vanessa | August 03, 2005 at 06:04 PM
Well, I never knew a dog that ate walls before. I wonder if he hears something inside the wall?
SOCK YARN.
Posted by: CarolineF | August 04, 2005 at 05:26 AM
Peppermint Gum tree ?? Ooooh.
I know I'm supposed to be paying attention to the Tank attack, but I am dazzled by the vision of a Peppermint Gum tree.
Off to google it up and take a look.
Biffle huh? OKAY. Niger huh? OKAY. Google first, webshowroom next.
Helen
Posted by: Helen in NH | August 04, 2005 at 02:10 PM
Yeah, Peppermint Gum. Pretty with dappled shade and piles and piles of PITA little leaves. Messy Bessy from Down Undah.
There is no Biffle yarn on the site yet...it is just a glimmer in its mother's dye pots, and besides...The Candian Queen is on vacation and so I will have to wait with the Jeopardy music in my ears until she gets back to working on the website. :o)
Posted by: Lisa S | August 04, 2005 at 02:19 PM