A couple of hours ago, I was in the den, mid-row on the baby cardi’s left front, and watching Charlie Rose on PBS. All of a sudden, I heard a rattling at the front door. Toby who is usually a fierce defender of the front door didn’t even flinch, so I thought it might be the wind. A quick look outside showed no movement, and the rain had stopped. Again, the rattling, and I jumped up. The door’s nearby, and as soon as I got there, a man in blue jeans turned and walked away. I’ve been on low alert since reading a report in the local paper about guys breaking and entering through front doors. So, there I am, heart racing and convinced I just foiled a robber when dude returned! Toby is finally alive to the danger, and here is the rattling of a set of keys – SKELETON KEYS? Goes my head…. 911 seemed pointless because clearly he’s about to get in. I pulled out my bad-ass voice, and shouted loudly, “Who’s there? It seemed pretty loud because even the Superior Guard Dog Toby stopped barking to give a listen.
Dude answered me. He claims to be a dog walker. When I hear him say he’s there for Ritz, the penny dropped. But the heart, that was still racing, and I was worked up, so I gathered steam for another bad-ass sentence. I said, “Wrong house!” He was telling the truth. Yesterday, I was outside doing a spring rake-up when another neighbour went in for Ritz. She told me they were away and had a dog walker, etc. So, the dude didn’t have a ring of skeleton keys. I very much doubt dog walkers read knitting blogs but I am sorry for not simply telling the man that Ritz is next door. Sigh. I was too freaked out, seriously. I hope Ritzy got his walk.
This is front door scuffle no. 2 for the week. The other morning, I am rushing out the door, late as usual when I see a woman with her hand about to knock. I just opened it still rushing. She had a school marm voice. While holding out a full-colour brochure she said, “I would like to invite you to commemorate Jesus’ death.” Right. She heard that I have my own Church, thank you very much as I locked the door on the outside, and proceeded to the garage. From the looks on her face, the exchange was as unique for her as it was for me! I did make it to my appointment on time though.
As for today’s incident, Toby is now on alert – thanks Tobes:)
- This baby bamboo may not work out for a cardigan. I may be learning something new about cardigan construction… That front left piece is very contrary. It in fact wants to be a wee tube, and is having nothing of laying flat like a good cardi… I shall swatch for the lace edging and report further.
- Awhile back, I promised a picture of the sock I have on the go. I took it into LYS this Wednesday for their sit ‘n knit time-slot. It was just me for most of the 2 hours, so I got a fair amount done. The ladies are great, and since I may not have weekday freedom for much longer, I’m relishing the chance to be a fly on their wall. So, what I have on the sock needles is:
It’s a big improvement over the heel patch I was attempting at first. Of course neither of these tiny projects is suited for my new Lady B bag. Even with the Louisa Harding book, it’s still practically empty with the cardigan’s stuff. All in good time!