Rantings of a knitting, spinning, waffle- loving, almost geologist (with an attitude problem)
16 June 2006
home again
Elvis is home, repaired, and looking beat down. His ear is shaved, he has one of those cone dealies and last but not least.. hot pink stitches. My punk li'l babe.
More often than not, I get the feeling Rod Serling is out there somewhere, narrating my life.. and David Lynch is directing it.
While craziness ensues around me, I try to hole up and survive in my wee shelter. Surrounded by two cats, two dogs, a teen daughter, a rock and mineral collection only a geologist could appreciate, a record collection numbering in the thousands and enough yarn, wool and assorted fiber to make the hardiest penguin waddle away quickly in terror...
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