honey & ollie

The Callie Cardigan, henceforth known as the Thneed because it’s very Seussy, is soooo very close to completion. Just 3/4 of a sleeve and some buttons. I worry that posting constant, “Here’s another two inches.” pictures is kind of like making your readers watch paint dry, but knitting is slow going.

The big excitement this week came from under the back deck, where a possum got stuck and died. Wee possums being made of meat, things got a bit ripe* after a few days. This resulted in my landlord having to rip up the entire back deck, bury the offending rodent, and then rebuild the deck. I should add that he had to do this in 90+ degree heat. Which did not help in any stretch of the imagination. We are just happy to be able to sleep in our beds again, without eau de la dead possum, as the entire back of our cottage got really whiffy.

There’s so much talk about the presidential debate, I really don’t have that much to add to it. Every point I’ve come up with has been made by talking heads with more credentials than I. Nothing was said last night that changed my mind. I still think McCain is a dinosaur, ideologically speaking. I am actually feeling quite sorry for Sarah Palin. The media is exposing a woman who is in way over her head, and I think she knows it. She’s got that Bambi in the High Beams stare. I was gleefully rubbing my hands in anticipation of October 2nd’s VP debate. I’m not so much anymore. It goes without saying that Biden will turn her into mincemeat. I’ve gone from outright loathing to pity (and loathing) in about a week. Is this the best and brightest the GOP has to offer America?

There were supposed to be artfully composed pictures to go along with this post, but Eldest Daughter seems to have misplaced the card for my camera. And the card reader.

*Understatement. If you can imagine a cross between garbage, rotten broccoli, and bad fish, that is kind of what a dead possum smells like after a few days.