Now, the question is...did Tina get into the mess on the highway out of Houston. I can imagine that you might all have a "Tina" in your thoughts and prayers right now and are all standing on your tippy toes, trying to see their car in that nightmarish slog inland. It certainly sounds like army maneuvers brought Stateside, with a military commander talking about bringing fuel into the area for the poor shlubs caught on the highway in idle. Hmmm, the National Guard can do this duty standing on one ear...no getting blown up or shot at with THIS mission. SIGHHHHHHH.
I began and deleted a rant, a couple of times. You can't screw with Mother Nature, children. I remember droughts here in California, where you had to put a brick in your toilet tank to make it flush properly without using a lot of water and living through that showering with a bucket to catch grey water has made me a pretty much of a Zerascape gardener. I get it. My neighbor, on the other hand is watering day and night, this English cottage garden that she has had created, here in the chapparal region of California (golden hills and oak trees). She does not get it. Oh yeah and she drives a Beefmaster 5 to her job 40 plus miles from here. She does, however, have dual pane windows in her home and I would bite lima beans for this luxury. ( I REALLY REALLY HATE LIMA BEANS. Right up there with liver.)
I remember our run-in with Ken Lay and his Enron Bandits. We here in Northern California did not get shafted as high in the intestines as San Diego did but I will never go back to having a passel of incandescent bulbs in the house. I get it and California got it up the political keister. Helle keeps telling me that from the vantage point in Denmark, people can fold their arms, point and laugh at us for being such a society that lets this stuff happen. I get it...I see it...I take care of my own little part of it but The Husband sez that I have to keep my middle finger to myself when I see a Hummer. I say, let's lash some of these Gods of Prophane Industries to one of their dirt dots in the Gulf and see how fast they want to stop this Global Warming with the wind in their faces and the sea lapping at their adam's apples.
If you are a mind to, take a few minutes and read Molly Ivins column. I find myself talking to her out loud at the breakfast table and then either reading them to The Husband or cutting them out, as I did today, and putting them in his hand as he exits the house for a day on the campus of PI. Breakfast and then food for thought.
Yes, I have been dyeing, as my hands will show. I had a challenge sent to me by a certain Prudence who wanted me to translate what I saw in some dyed and then blended roving (my eyes saw LOTS of colors) into what I could do or would be willing to do with that information. I sat on it awhile, this request. I knew that it would take some serious thought processes, reserved for a day when I am firing on Snapple, Gingko and KFOG on the studio radio. I finally tackled it. 
This reads a little too blue, partly because morning light has that effect, but the point is that I caught most of the ingredients in her mashed up mix, although I am afraid that the result may have too much life. :o) We'll see...Prudence likes blue, blue, blue and then blue. She is getting emerald green and blue and stuff. I get to keep two little bumps to spin, of this colorful Biffle. Yum.
Now, on that note...don't any of you start salivating over this...knock it off. I sold every last morsel of the Petroglyph and finally had a firm talk with my processed fiber enabler about sending me a little bit of something that will help to tide over the next wave of Petroglyph lovers. I want some for ME! (thanks again, Melanie...your last colorway will go into the soup when Kerry is here.)
For the lovers of soap operas...we have a new installment in the S version of the Perils of Pauline. (the Husband's buddy calls him for updates...he is hooked.) We have been waiting for the papers that will tell you know who what he will come out with, when he is put out to pasture in his non-dotage. We both made faces that shot our eyebrows up onto our foreheads, saying...wow...lucky. Can You Hear Me Now turns out to be a fine company, for a corporation and so The Husband is going to be let go with more than a handshake and a kick in the ass. One day at a time, people. So, the little boss over at Prophane finally tells The Husband to call a guy at this contracting agency and give them his hourly rate for coming on as a contractor. Yup...we discussed it, saying that this was the number and if they balked and said NO WAY, we would pick up The Husband's marbles and Dike Finger and go home to Lisaknit.com and play it our way. There was no wincing. We'll see, when a contract appears with his name on it. Stay tuned.
Oh, Alison. May your sister have a rain-rain-stay-away bubble of what you do best around her. It is all too much. Tina was getting such a late start, I don't know if she will get out either. UGH!
Posted by: Lisa S | September 22, 2005 at 03:35 PM
Thank you, Lisa, and congratulations on getting good numbers there; that's wonderful!
Posted by: AlisonH | September 22, 2005 at 04:01 PM
Oh what wonderful news for Rod. Very purty biffle my dear.
Posted by: Angela | September 22, 2005 at 04:34 PM
Your Pacific and Shade Garden yarns in shawl form were emphatically approved of at my knitting group meeting tonight. Gorgeous.
Posted by: AlisonH | September 22, 2005 at 11:23 PM
I am so sad about all this storms.....don't know what to say.....but i do wish all the best for all those who are in the way of this storms. If anybody just want to get out of there, then there is shelter here in my house...even i live in Denmark!
And i am tuned...cannot wait to hear more about this Soap Opera.....! Hate opera...this is the first opera, i find interesting!!*GRIN*
And this colorway......Yummy. Ehhh.....no, i am not going to say it....you will just get stressed out!*LOL*
Posted by: Helle From Denmark | September 23, 2005 at 02:11 AM
I'm sure it'll be here today or tomorrow, I'm going to finish my Wild Things this weekend so I can start the emerald right away. It's All Lisa All The Time on my spinning wheel this season!
Wouldn't it be ironic if our global warming catastrophe scenario turned out to be 'not reducing carbon emissions leads to destruction of US oil industry by waves of category 5 hurricanes caused by oceans a couple of degrees warmer than they were 10 years ago'.
Here's a bit of Bal'mer local color. There is a 'Psychic Reader' who has a little shacky cottage behind the Amoco station I pass every morning. She must be doing well because not only is her cottage all fixed up now, there is a Hummer in the driveway. I take pleasure in blocking the driveway while waiting for the light....
Posted by: CarolineF | September 23, 2005 at 06:41 AM
Gotta say this. All this weather changes....hotter..more storms and you name it. Blame it on the harvest of all the trees in the Amazones......!!! That is the reason for all this changes, because the amazone has a GIANT...MAJOR...not to say MOST of the influense on the weather! If they would just stop all this harvest of the trees....one way or another, then this world might stay a chance to survive!!!:-((
I just hope i am not alive to see this world go under!:-(((
LOVE YOU ALL GIRLS!
Posted by: Helle From Denmark | September 23, 2005 at 07:11 AM
PS I hope Rod asked for a Very Generous hourly rate... he has to go buy health insurance after all...
Posted by: CarolineF | September 23, 2005 at 08:33 AM
Oooh Lisa, I love the color you have created for Ms. Caroline! I will definately have to get some of that - "blues and greens are the colors I choose. . ." old JT song -
June
Posted by: June P | September 25, 2005 at 11:28 AM