After finishing spinning the single, I made a two ply yarn from my hemp sample. I transferred the yarn to my niddy noddy, then tied it in four spots and removed the skein.
The next step is to boil the yarn, which still gives me trepidation. It will happen, but I need to sneak up on it.
Thor the foster kitten was meowing upstairs, so I went up and played with him, giving him his first silver vine stick. He loved it.
I do put the stick away when I’m not in the room because I don’t want him eating splinters. And I had to put it away because Izzy started meowing downstairs. Really? Jealous much? I went down to find that she had brought a frog inside. She was praised as a mighty huntress before I caught the frog.
The frog was let loose in the garden outside. I seem to encourage talkative cats.
The squirrel feeder went empty, and I didn’t notice until I saw the squirrel at the window trying to get into the metal can where I keep the bag of food. It had chewed through the bungee cord securing the lid and was working on loosening the top. The freshly chewed end is visible in the picture above. When I went out to rectify the situation, the cord was still wet. I filled the feeder, retied the bungee cord, and snugged the lid down tight. Cheeky. This one is bold, which might explain his partial tail.
Izzy the cat’s favorite litter box is the one outside in her catio. When it rains, the litter gets wet (yuck), so awhile ago I put an old cookie sheet over the entrance and secured with with duck tape. It wasn’t elegant, but it worked, until the duct tape failed. Hm. I don’t know why I didn’t think of the scraps of metal roofing by the chicken coop then, but I did remember this time. A couple screws to attach the corrugated metal to the frame, tin snips to round the corners to reduce risk of injury, and tada, a outdoor resistant rain roof for the litter box. Faster and easier than duct tape. Please forgive the dirt, it will wash away with the next rain and it has been a very busy week.
In cleaning out the office/music room, I found my grandmother’s old vocal method book. The striking thing about it is that my grandmother was a high soprano, while I sing in the tenor range, near opposite ends of the vocal spectrum, especially for females. Still, vocal method is vocal method; I can go through the exercises, just an octave (or two) lower.
Critters and Craft 