Hollywould Knits » Strangeness

Welcome to the Wild Wild West

Holly — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 03:22:19 +0000

Today started out like every other Saturday. I got up, drank some coffee and did some knitting. Sometime this afternoon it snowed.

Of course The Girl ran outside ‘cos it doesn’t happen all that often. Notice her hat? One of the things I knit while I wasn’t blogging. The yarn is that Louet Bonnie in the Cold Spring colorway. I like the yarn but didn’t like the knots.

Later we had dinner. Steve West cooked tilapia with mango salsa, mashed potatoes and greens. It was delicious.

A few minutes ago, the po-po arrested three men at gunpoint on the sidewalk in front of the house. One of them had to be retrieved from our side yard. I betcha he wasn’t expecting our locked privacy fence to be in his way. The cops carried his sorry ass down my front bank, right through my hibernating flowers. I hollered to those fuckers about that one but it did no good. I’ll have to survey the damage in the morning. Why couldn’t they use the stairs?

Apparently the guys they arrested had been involved in stealing a car. I don’t know where the car was but I heard one of the cops say they were doing 100 mph down my street. The speed limit on my street is 35 mph. Did I mention the snow has gone to rain and that’s it’s freezing? Um, yeah. The way things have been around here lately, I’m just glad bullets didn’t fly.

I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Like a bad penny

Holly — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 01:43:52 +0000

I’m back. Got back early fucking early Friday morning. Drove through from Amarillo. Never thought I’d say so but that may be the home to the nicest people on earth. I’ve got lots to tell but don’t know where exactly to start. Suffice it to say I am forever changed. Later.

On the road

Holly — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 16:52:39 +0000

Remember when I was in Saginaw? In April? We stopped in to see my Grandma on our way to Toronto. While we were there she and Moms and Sis hatched a plan for all of use women to drive up there and pick her up and bring her back to the ATL. This was to take place in June. They hipped me to their plan and I said “Sure, The Girl and I are in” because it seemed like a good idea and June was far off adding to the “good idea” thing. Well, Sunday we took off. 11.5 hours later we arrived in Saginaw. We picked up Grams, grabbed dinner, went to bed. Monday morning, yesterday, we took off again and arrived back at my house – after dropping the old women off and picking up Sis’s car – right at midnight. Y’all, my ass is t-i-r-e-d. That drive is long. That drive is boring. Our only amusement was each other and the DVD player. I laughed so hard I almost peed for most of the trip but did get some knitting done. One whole sock and the start of the second. Granted, I am using 3.75mm needles and fat yarn (Jarbo Garn Raggi) but I am building hiking socks for Sis and me. Why? Because on the 20th we are heading out to the Arizona desert to volunteer with No More Deaths for a week. We are driving in order to get all our gear out there and also because flights are crazy expensive. And, truth be told, I will be more comfortable having transportation just in case. I am sure it’s going to be fine but I hate hate hate going into things blind. I suck at the unknown. Here is the first sock in the Mexico Print colorway for Sis

I should be casting on for my socks later this week. I decided to do the red ribbing/heel/toe because they are so lumberjacky, which amuses me.

On our ride we encountered this piece of lovely

That would be the grown version of The Baby Jesus rising out of the earth – like Carrie reaching her hand out of her grave at the end of the movie. It reminds me of those huge Orcas outside of those reservation casinos in Washington. I want to know how they got their parishioners to go for that thing? Seriously.

Close, yet so far

Holly — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 13:09:53 +0000

Al.most.done. I discovered that I don’t like two socks on two circs at all and that is what has been slowing me down. I put each sock on one circ, a la magic loop, and I am moving right along. Soon my Grasshoppers will be done, grasshoppah, and I will be able to move on to June’s RSC kit which is lovely. Bright orange and bright pinks. Right up my alley. Gotta get some pictures up.

Here’s a weird thing. I am from Michigan. A small town named Saginaw. Farms and factories. My mom moved us to Georgia in 1982 and we’ve been here ever since. All of our family is still up there, mostly. After the move we didn’t see them so much and aren’t close at all. Now mom has three half brothers, on of whom recently passed. Well, his daughter called mom and said she was coming down and would be staying with friends in my neighborhood. That in itself is weird enough. My neighborhood is big, but not that big and besides, Atlanta is a big place. Anyway, she tells the street name where she’ll be staying and I was like “that has to be The Girl’s teacher, from this year.” Back in the middle of the school year The Girl wore a Saginaw Valley State University sweatshirt and her teacher commented that she lived near there when she was younger. So, sure enough, my cousin is staying with the teacher just around the block and again there is another lesson in just how small the world can be. Strange, huh?