I wanted to go to CNCH today, but it seems I’m going to have to do the conference on my feet, which means I can’t stay very long and I will be totally wiped when I get home. So.
It seemed the right thing to do to get the taxes finished at last before letting myself get that tired. Maybe I could wrap it up quickly and scoot right out the door. (As if!) I do have a neighbor hoping I’ll somehow help her get her Nilus Leclerc loom sold; I’m not a weaver, though, and have no expertise in such things. (But I’m mentioning.) Still, a convention center close by filled with yarn and a fair number of friends–even if it’s not knitter-focused, I definitely want to go.
Karen, out of the blue, sent this photo today and told me she’d spent the best five dollars ever:Â look what they’d turned into!
I glanced up from “Did we save the ambulance bill” at movement in my peripheral vision, to see what was at best guess a Cooper’s hawk suddenly perching right outside my window on the back of the old windsor chair out there–begging squirrels, take note. It was *right there.* I gaped, trying to memorize it: gray over the eyes, not quite the fitted-helmet look of a peregrine, although a white chest like one and a speckled pattern below, with a grayish back and then, when I tried to reach slooowly for my camera while calling out softly to Michelle, not wanting her to miss it, it flew off with wide bands of gray and white showing across the bottom of its tail. Wow. Straight towards the bluejays’ nest.
Took awhile for the rest of the backyard crew to wingtip-toe cautiously back.