Ha! You thought I was done? Puh-leeze! I am still monkeying it up out here! I’ve got a sock and a little over a half done. It’s been a busy week y’all!
It got pointed out to me in the comments that I had sent out the knit-signal but I hadn’t given y’all an address that you could send sock yarn leftovers to if you wanted to. So, here it is:
Sarah Humke
PO Box 1453
Ames, IA 50014-1453
I’m not too worried about anyone stalking me to a PO box. It’s a little post office and if you were hanging around long enough, they would notice!
I also got a rocking sunburn on the back of my neck this week working at home (note the mesh seed corn cap, I am nothing if not an authentic farm girl!)
Guess that makes me a well-educated redneck:-)
In all seriousness, this was kind of a rough week. Another member of my family passed away. This time it was Micheal. I haven’t talked about him too much on here of late as he has been living with my parents for the past four years or so and had pretty much adopted mom as his own. I found him as a little mangy puppy abandoned at the greenhouse. He had feet way too big for a puppy that small. As soon as he was big enough, he became an unrepentant escape artist. Micheal just wanted to be out sniffing and exploring. He was 15, pretty old for a dog his size and mix of breeds. He was mostly blind and almost completely deaf, but he still wagged for me when I went home on Tuesday.
Micheal was my first dog that was my responsibility alone. Like a first child, I made many mistakes with him, but he was too good of a dog to let them get to him. Because of his protectiveness, I was seldom scared living alone in an old house by the woods. He loved men and would whack them in the balls whenever one came over by way of greeting (I think it was because the guys then usually bent over and got down on his level, he wasn’t malicious about it, he was just saying, “hello”). But it was the women in his life he was protective of. First me then my mom. Micheal was perfectly happy and friendly unless we were scared of someone, then he was between us and them, always. He was a good, good boy and he will be missed.
Sarah Jane Humke 