I must be a terribly suggestible person. At least two blog authors have recently mentioned painting. Saturday my garage beckoned me to the cans of paint sitting there, the fireplace and trim in the Parlor sang songs of longing for satin finishes, and I found myself painting all weekend, with still more to do. I have to finish this by Friday so that we can make our plane to Tennessee for the holidays.
Cathy, Stephanie, I blame you.
Not much fibery happened, although I spun up two more skeins of yarn that you've already seen enough of.
The Seahawks lost, which is odd because if I've ever seen omens, I saw one yesterday. While in the parking lot of Home Depot, a huge hawk flew low overhead, then while waiting in line at a drive-thru Starbucks, I saw two seagulls (this is strange, being so far inland).
This reminds me of one of my favorite stories, which I may have told before but I don't remember so I'll tell it again. I and my former fiancee, an interesting mix of very serious, philosophical moods balanced with a love of humor, had eaten in our favorite Mexican restaurant. While checking out, we noticed a sign posted requesting donations for a local man who had been chopping down a tree on his property. Unfortunately, the man's son walked into the wrong spot at the wrong time and was crushed, but not killed, by the falling tree.
Soberly, we walked out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. My fiancee was rubbing his chin and thinking about the boy. He said "you just never know when something terrible is going to happen." At that precise second-- I kid you not-- a seagull flew overhead and dropped a large white glob directly into the poor man's ear.
Watch out for gulls that are away from buoys.
Posted by Sheila at November 15, 2004 08:37 AM Posted to Stories | TrackBackHa, that would be all the time...we have seagulls in Wyoming and no bouys that I am aware of. LOL Actually they were one of the comforting things to me being so landlocked.
Posted by: RebeccaL on November 15, 2004 09:08 AMHm, maybe the omen had to do with which way the various omenic (omenite? omenarian?) birds were flying: toward Seattle, or away as fast as their little feathers would carry them? I have NEVER EVER seen an oriole in Baltimore, which might in fact explain a lot about our baseball team...
Posted by: CarolineF on November 15, 2004 12:35 PMI must be rather suggestible too, for following your completion of a dog sweater, I also knit one. And my car now seems to have acquired a few cans of paint... I do so hope they will march themselves into the house and then spread themselves artistically onto a wall or two...
Posted by: Felina Schwarz on November 15, 2004 07:56 PMWell, re:paint. I started LAST Feb. I painted 4 rooms and stopped. We painted our bedroom (both coats), the hall (1 coat) and the kitchen (1 coat) last week (November). My ambitious M thinks we can finish off the kitchen and the hall this morning and get the 1st coat on the dining and living rooms. I wonder if there is enough hours in the day. I think next Feb is plenty soon enough. He says it's warm enough to leave the windows and doors open. He wheedles, if we do this today and tomorrow, we can be done AND you will be able to walk on the prairie too.
Posted by: Cathy on November 16, 2004 08:07 AM