My friend at church has a little girl a bit younger than my Millie and she wondered if I could make a hooded cowl like Millie's raccoon for her daughter. Millie and her little one are so cute together and just love each other. They can often be found squealing and chasing each other around whenever they are together. I set out to make a cowl and found out that this sweet girl likes foxes so here I am knitting another Ryder Raccoon but this time in orange and black. I am running out of orange and realized I should have checked the yardage before leaving the store. Simple knit mostly in stockinette in LionBrand Wool-Ease.
My Hitofude is kind of quiet this week, I had to still unknit another row, and with the pleasure of a fast and chunky project in my hands with a recipient all lined up, I knew my cardigan wouldn't hold a grudge.
A dust storm blew in yesterday afternoon with what must have been 60-70 mph wind gusts and a steady wind of at least 30 mph. It was eerie watching it approach when I went to take the trash out. The brown angry dust clouds were moving quickly across the sky and just beyond them was the blue sky and it looked like a bruise of epic proportions. Jesse's car blew halfway off the out-of-the-way road (against even his brakes) when he was trying to get home and the visibility was so bad where he was stranded that he couldn't even see six inches in front of him, so he wasn't about to ask a friend to come rescue him. He wasn't too far from the house of some people we know from church so he thought he would try to make it over there on foot but it was impossible with the wind and the dust whipping around him so he got back in the car. Soon after, he saw police lights; a sheriff was leading school buses through the dust and Jesse got in the sheriff's car and eventually made it home. We have no idea what has happened to his car but I guess we'll find out soon enough. The irony is that he was taking it in this morning to see about an insurance claim from when he backed into something, and the guy called to remind him about his appointment while he was being rocked back and forth in the car hanging halfway into a ditch. When we were on the phone together I could literally hear the wind hitting his car and thought he had on his windshield wipers scraping on a dry windshield. It was crazy. Getting a phone call from your husband in the middle of a windstorm that starts with, "Honey, I think I'm trouble," is never good. Seeing the dust that blew into his pockets in the brief time he tried outside was unsettling too, an unwelcome souvenir of his anxious afternoon. I was so thankful that a policeman happened to be coming by with the buses and thankful again when he walked in the door unharmed. God was gracious to us in this.
I'm reading The Warden and the Wolf King by Andrew Peterson, the last of the Wingfeather Saga. I started listening to A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain on CraftLit- back episodes. I am not even halfway through the first chapter so I can't say how I like it yet. Still listening to War of the Worlds and King Lear but I can't listen to either of those as I'm laying in bed trying to go to sleep - way too intense - so my time to listen to those are minimal just now. If you're wondering why, you could ask those two munchkins pictured above: they are keeping me busy along with their little sister.