Wet Feet

Somehow I never quite get the "Isolated Thunderstorms" figured out just right. Tonight, for example, I was going to ride my motorcycle over to see my sister. There were a couple of water drops on the bike seat as I prepared her to head out. Alas, the drops multiplied as I headed south and my rain gear was at home. So I guess this one was "isolated" -- south of my house and closer to sis's. Here's evidence of what happened:

(note picture was taken from my perspective, but turned over in hopes of making more sense from your angle??)

(okay, I can't even tell my legs are wet, so I guess you're just gonna have to trust me on that one)

G.'s progress
Until Gauntlet gets a better name, I shall give her (them?) the stylish chic name of "G." At some point last evening I had an impulse to look at the instructions. I was perfectly happy in my mindset that the whole thing was done in K1, P1 ribbing. Alas, checking the instructions I found I was right where I was supposed to be to change to stockinette knitting for another 5 inches. (whew - dodged that froggin'!)


Fair skies at night...
So how does that rhyme go about fair weather and red skies? Well, here's last night's sky ...

I guess the sailor that was delighting was the one that left port this morning before the rain rolled into town.

Samson's Wordz
"Where's Samson!!?"