Yesterday was almost a complete write off - Dave and I barely rolled out of bed around noon, and neither of us had an energy to do anything at all. I couldn't even make it up to Mom's to deliver the new monitor we go her.
Instead, Dave hid out in his studio and tinkered around repairing an old lap-top and I stretched out on the couch, watched historical dramas and finished up Dad's first sock.
I'm very pleased I went with plain stocking stitch, and it wasn't nearly as tedious as I thought it would be. I just knit mindlessly away and watched my movies and before I knew it, it was done.
I really should cast on for the next one, but I'm really itching to cast on for something new.
To curb that urge, today I went outside and enjoyed the nice sunny weather. Everything is in bloom. My lawn has exploded with Grape Hyacinths that were planted by some tenant long ago.
They are absolutely every where. I don't remember having this many last year - but that's probably because the landlord had the lawn mowed already. (edit: 20 minutes after posting - lawn crew showed up and hyacinths are mostly gone)
The few tulips that found room in between the mass of wild roses have bloomed (and yes Mom, I immediately picked them all! They are in a jar in my kitchen now.)
And even the pot of pansies that I bought and killed (lack of care) last year proved they are hardier than I thought, and have made an appearance.
While I was out enjoying the sun, I didn't quite shut the door and someone decided he wanted to take a peek outside. So I brought him all the way out.
Normally, the cats are indoor only.
None of them have any street smarts, I have too many neighbours with dogs (of which they are all terrified) and last year, a neighbourhood cat was doused in gasoline and lit on fire by some horrible person they've yet to find.
But Tux is fat, and slow, and as long as I'm out there to keep an eye on him, he can't get into too much trouble.
He loved it. He explored. Tried to scale a fence (but he's too fat and too slow). He tried to eat my whole lawn - and the shrub.
He even wandered down the side of the house to see what Dave was up to:
All in all, we were outside for a good half hour before a dog barked somewhere and he decided it was time to go back inside.
Rocky was very upset and sat in the window and howled the whole time we were outside. But Rocky is too fast for me to let out on his own. Unlike Tux, he'd make it over that fence.
It looks like I'm going to have to invest in a couple of leashes to stake out in the yard. I wonder if I can train them to go for walk down the street?