Lego knitting machine.
It makes I-cord. Slowly, and to the accompaniment of classical music. How fun is that? And how come there is no soundtrack when *I* knit?
Yesterday was interesting, mostly in the good way. We had our Thanksgiving luncheon, and it was catered by one of the local cafeterias, and it was not oversalted, and I ate enough but not too much.
After work I drove over to Fort Worth and had dinner with Secondborn and 2BDH and his mom and the Bitties at a little Italian restaurant they sent Brother Sushi and me to, a few months ago. Half of my entree is in a to-go box in the fridge and will be lunch today.
No, I don’t have pictures of the Bitties. I was too busy holding BittyBubba and visiting with BittyBit. You’ll just have to take my word that they are enchanting. He gave me several big grins and crowed in my ear. She talked my leg off. [One apple, fallen not far from the tree.]
Some little creep [she is pretty sure who] got into LittleBit’s purse yesterday morning at school and stole her state ID, her Social Security card [I know, I know], her insurance card, and her lunch money. She caught this guy in the act, before, and made him put her money back. He and his brother brag about stealing people’s things and selling them. So today she will be having her friend Mr. Security Guard help her to prepare an official complaint, and there will be a police report, and I will be contacting Social Security for a new card. I told her she could not “punch him in the face”, and that if she did get physical I would not be bailing her derriere out of jail.
I am less than impressed with the user-friendliness of the voicemail systems of the Big Three credit bureaus. I tried to get through to place a fraud alert on her SS# last night and ended up with eight minutes of Voicemail Hell with one and six with another. I do have a snail-mail address for one of them.
We are *so* not amused.
On a different front, a much happier and more hopeful front, 2BDH talked to The Good Brother, and he is not averse to our meeting. TGB thought it best if I come to church with the kids sometime, and they can introduce us. 2BDH said he’d pass that on, but that I’m active in my own ward and he didn’t know if I had a weekly calling that would prevent that.
As it happens, I don’t. But it won’t be happening this Sunday, or any Sunday until LittleBit can drive herself to work after church, and I am fine with that. I’ve been single for almost ten years. I’ve gotten pretty good at waiting.
And there is always happy knitting to keep me out of mischief. Another couple of inches on Sabbath Scarf II yesterday. Basic brown scarf, longer than the last time that you saw it. No photos this time, either, because my batteries need charging, and I don’t have enough juice to download anything.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!