The trail cam and I have been photographing Mr Tom, the neighbor’s cat that hangs out with his buddies in our meadow. So I’ll share the best ones with you here.




The trail cam and I have been photographing Mr Tom, the neighbor’s cat that hangs out with his buddies in our meadow. So I’ll share the best ones with you here.




Darn it. I’m happily knitting along and look back at my work and I’ve purled where I should have knit. For one stitch. The thought of ripping out several whole rows in brioche knit is horrifying, maybe I can run back just one column?

I transfer the stitches to the left of the target column onto a stitch holder, and carefully undo the loops in the column down to the offensive stitch. I make sure the loops are lined up with their respective yarn overs (one of the things that makes brioche brioche, and the main reason ripping out large portions is scary).

I then took a crochet hook and linked the loops back together in the proper orientation (so they look like a chain).


Success! And I have a new tool in my knitting toolbox, although I think this method will only work for a knit/purl swap because the amount of yarn used is the same.
I still don’t consider myself a Knitter (with the capital K), but I’m glad I’m picking up skills. (I feel like being a Knitter means you like knitting as a primary activity; I still prefer spinning.)
Missy the dog is obsessed with fetch. To give our arms a rest, we thought about purchasing a ball throwing machine. Then saw the prices. Ouch. So next came investigating DIY versions. There were many variations using windshield wiper motors, and sensors, but I wanted something basic I could make with things around the house. Ah, the catapult.

I used a paper bowl, a yard stick, a section of pool noodle, and duct tape. The yard stick does not have much strength when full length, and testing kept breaking off bits, until we ended up with about a two foot section. The pool noodle acts as a fulcrum and allows the catapult to roll back to the starting position after launch (so it resets itself). Everything is connected using duct tape.
Teaching Missy to put the ball in the bowl, then use her paw to launch the ball is the next challenge. She is not mechanically inclined, which is OK, she is a dog. We can get her to put the ball in the bowl sometimes, then she knows the command “paw”, where she puts her paw on my hand, then if I put my hand over the end of the stick, we can launch. This is going to be a process. Still, she enjoys the attention, my eldest enjoys the challenge of teaching her, and if we ever get it all together we’ll probably have a viral video.

Our big rain was over a week ago. After a summer of 100 degrees everyday and no rain, the fields and most yards were yellow. One big gusher and a few days and almost everything is green again. We did have some losses, and I think the accounting is not finished, but I was surprised by rain lilies and school house lilies this week.




We do get the occasional chitinous creature roaming inside the house, and if the cats don’t get to it, I do try to take it outside. My preferred method is a clear plastic cup (so I can see, plastic is lighter than glass, and if I loose my nerve and drop it, I don’t break anything), and a sheet of card stock. The cup goes over the critter, the card stock slides underneath, and the whole contraption is taken outside.

This grass spider was released near the stock tank garden, promoted to captain of the guardian army, and tasked with ejecting (by whatever means necessary) the unfriendlies that would eat the produce.
My house spiders do not get this treatment, as long as they stay in the upper corners, they are left alone to hunt flies. Did you know the house spider also hunts other spiders? Including the brown recluse. Welcome home, house spider.