Couple of FOs, Bye Bye Old Yeller
On Tuesday we will be saying goodbye to Old Yeller. The guy we hired to drive her is buying her. One less debt, and the past few months she's been costing a lot of money in repairs. She's a good truck, great fuel mileage. Too bad the long haul company wouldn't have let us use her - she was "too old" in their books (1999). We wouldn't have had to buy the Pete with the big loan payment. There's no profit on this deal, either. We just got enough to pay the loan, and actually we had to MVI her, and she needed quite a few things. I don't have the bill yet, but I'm sure it's up there.
Got two pairs of child size 6-8 socks finished for the store. We had two odd dye lot balls left of Patons Kroy in Winter Eclipse (above) and Paintbox (below).
Bought some new movies to watch.
Took the boys to the much neglected fitness trail on the outskirts of town. It isn't used very much, so it's becoming overgrown. It's not nearly as nice as when I was a teenager. They had the old train tracks removed years ago, and they had made it a trail for walking, biking, and skiing from Liverpool to Summerville. I thought it would be a good place to take the boys biking. That way I could bike, too, and not worry about one of them swerving into the road in front of a car, and it's quite flat and easier to bike. I decided to take a drive and see what it looks like now. I could barely find it, that's how much it's grown over! The sign is almost covered, and it's so overgrown that a person could barely walk it let alone bike it. Very disappointing. I don't know why the Region doesn't pay some summer students to cut it back.


Got some more good news today. The lawyers office called, and the insurance company has made an offer to settle with hubby for that accident last June. Been a long time coming, but it's quite a bit more than I tought they would. Even the paralegal said we got a lot more than she thought we would. It's almost 75% of what they asked for us, which is about 75% more than what I thought we'd get. Now it looks like I can get my chimney rebricked this September!
Not sure what I will knit next. I do still have to finish that other grey sock. You know, that one for Pa's Day. Yeah, that one. Still not done. The boss lady wants me to knit some dishcloths for the store, too. They sold the last one of mine yesterday. I may start a pair of socks for me, a baby set for the store, or that cabled cardigan for the Littlest Monkeyman. I have another sweater for him to finish, but it's quite big, so I'm not worried about that one til the fall. This one, however, may fit him now or even be too small. If it's too small I'll just take it to the store.
Happy knitting!
Last Friday was the science fair. He got a ribbon and a certificate for participating. There were some really neat displays there. The parents did a good job!









Now I will work on some Father's Day socks. Can't wait to get them done even though I just started. (What happened to going to start them early so as not to run out of time?) They are drab grey ribbed socks. I'm anxious to start myself a pair is the problem! There's also a couple of small things I'd like to do soon for the store.
I have a picture of what my tag was, but Blogger just decided that two uploads was enough for me. Anyways, my tag number was 158863, so I won $10 and was just one miserable number away from $100,000!!!!


Short row heels! :)






My mother called yesterday shorty before supper to say that Dad was in the hospital. He's away working (it's like a five hour drive almost to get to where he is), and he cut himself quite badly on the arm. He had called from the hospital, but she didn't really know how he did it. He ended up calling here last night. Apparently he was using a grinder to take apart a conveyer belt (or something to that effect), and something got wedged or jammed in it, and it was either part of what he was cutting or the grinder itself that came back and got him just above the wrist. It sliced through two tendons, and there's a bunch of debris in his arm that needs removing. They did First Aid on him (he said the guys were quite white, but they did it!) and called 911. An ambulance and two police cars arrived. (On a boat, so immediate "industrial accident".) He has to go back tomorrow to the hospital and have it operated on to reconnect the tendons, remove the debris, and try to repair the muscle. He said it's like 4" long and 2" deep. I'd have been no good to him - one look and I'd have been laid out on the floor! I'd never make a doctor. No stomach for blood and stuff! The surgeon was in OR for 12 hours yesterday, so he just bandaged Dad's arm up and scheduled him for tomorrow. A little lower and it would have hit and artery. He probably would have bled to death. I was to this place where the boats tie up once, and it's in the middle of nowhere. The hospital must be 1/2 hour to 45 minutes away. He called home this morning and told Ma that he didn't get any sleep last night because his arm throbbed so bad. I can imagine! 
