The results of the poll, which I suspect won’t change much if I give it more time, although I’m tickled that 88 people swung by the blog to vote. Y’all rock.
…And a pie chart of the results because I just swing that way:
The winning vote was to make the stripes of the second sock different colors, so I’m plowing along on that. In fact, all I have left is the toe. But I should warn you, given that I had limited colors to choose from, the results ain’t pretty. (Side note: The entire point of this pair of socks is to use up leftover balls of yarn in order to reduce my stash. That being said, I ran out of black . Insert keening sounds of frustration here.)
So that takes care of three parts of the poll: Make the socks the same, make the socks different and "clicky," which leaves, “What’re Benny and Joon up to?” And since I’m nothing if not a full-service pollster, the latest.
I feel horrendously guilty that Benny and Joon are indoor cats but I made that decision for their health and also because Benny, with his beyond spectacular jumping abilities, would decimate the entire bird population of the yard in a New York minute. (I have this theory that if a bird tried to fly away from Benny, he wouldn't leap up and pull it down; he'd jump above it and squash it to the ground.) I’ve looked into cat runs but they can be stunningly expensive—especially since I’m now officially a retired old fart. But then…light bulb!
You’ve probably seen these advertised. It’s a plastic-covered, four-shelf mini-greenhouse that I scored for $19 (they usually run $50-$60, so I was quite pleased with myself). I was actually using it for lettuce and bok choy seedlings until a few days ago when I moved the plants to the vegetable bed. And then it hit me: The greenhouse was fully contained. It had shelves. It was the same width as the kitchen door, thus leaving no gaps. And it was already in front of the kitchen door. If I just turned it around and opened the door… Granted, it hasn’t been perfect. The messy screen that I flung up top? That’s because Joon immediately jumped on the refrigerator and tried to jump OVER the greenhouse. She’s a clever minx, that one.
They weren’t too sure about this arrangement at first, and have vacillated between scuttling guiltily back into the house every time I so much as blinked, and boldly trying to use it as an escape route to the big outdoors but today they seem to be understanding the rules and settlin’ in.
A few days ago I bought another, similar, plastic-covered greenhouse but one big enough to walk into. ($119 for $45! Another score!) Any bets on how long it takes me to swap out the small greenhouse for the big one?