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Showing posts with label Virginia. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 5, 2015
Sunday - Easter Hats
Instead of sharing a knitted hat pattern today, I'm celebrating Easter by sharing a Richmond, Virginia tradition with you.
The Monument Ave. Easter Parade. It's a huge tradition in Richmond. The streets surrounding Robert E. Lee's statue are blocked off and there's a huge, giant block party complete with beer, bands, a parade, and a hat contest.
Everyone participates. Young and old,
People and pets.
Everyone dresses for the occasion.
Even the plastic pink flamingos take part.
And everyone enters the Easter hat contest.
Everyone dresses for the occasion.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
TBT - Ice, Ice Baby
It's TBT (Throwback Thursday) and I'm looking back to 1993.
That's ice. Not snow, ice.
During our married life, Mike & I have weathered some storms, but this ice storm was probably the most miserable one. Part of the problem was that the storm wasn't predicted. No one was prepared. Adding to that, we had just finished building our house & had moved in a few days before the storm hit. Because we'd been living in temporary housing while we built, all of our belongings had been in storage. When the storm hit, practically everything we owned was still in boxes. Boxes that had been in storage so long we didn't remember packing them. In other words, we had no idea where anything was. We also didn't own a single candle or a match. Our new house did have a fireplace, but we had no wood to burn in it. In anticipation of the move, we hadn't been to the grocery store in a very long time. We were pathetically unprepared.
The morning the storm hit, we woke up to the sound of pine trees cracking. By mid afternoon, the power was out. Not long after dark, when we were starting to think we might freeze to death in our own home if we didn't kill ourselves first by bumping into things we couldn't see in the dark, there was a knock on the door. A neighbor, Thomas (who turned out to be quite a character & there are thousands of Thomas stories I could tell,) wanted to trade something for booze. Did we have booze & what would we want for it? We were back in business! We had booze. We told our sob story (with frozen tears) to Thomas, gave him a six pack of beer & sent him on his way. Not long after, neighbors we'd never met started showing up bringing us blankets, lanterns, candles & a few things to eat.
At some point, Thomas showed back up & asked if we would return the favor & help out the neighborhood. So, for the next 18 hours or so, we walked a circle about a mile long cutting trees out of the roadway. I had no clue how to run a chainsaw, but I tagged along anyway. We walked the loop over & over again, ducking falling trees & power lines & cutting our way forward. As we moved forward, trees continued to fall behind us. It was cold & miserable, but we met lots of neighbors, formed a few lasting friendships & stayed warm (dragging trees out of the road is hot work!) and entertained.
When the sleet & freezing rain finally stopped, we had 13 inches of ice on the ground. We were without power for four days, which is just a blip on the radar compared to some storms we've dealt with, but those other storms were hurricanes & we didn't have to worry about freezing to death. The roads were so impassable that the National Guard had to hike food, water & medication in to people. It was a little scary to look out the window & see the military marching by. But what was even scarier was watching them hike stretchers in & out because the ambulances couldn't navigate the roads.
While I love a good snow storm, I hope & pray I never have to experience anything like that ice storm ever again.
And... #todayonmyneedles
That's ice. Not snow, ice.
During our married life, Mike & I have weathered some storms, but this ice storm was probably the most miserable one. Part of the problem was that the storm wasn't predicted. No one was prepared. Adding to that, we had just finished building our house & had moved in a few days before the storm hit. Because we'd been living in temporary housing while we built, all of our belongings had been in storage. When the storm hit, practically everything we owned was still in boxes. Boxes that had been in storage so long we didn't remember packing them. In other words, we had no idea where anything was. We also didn't own a single candle or a match. Our new house did have a fireplace, but we had no wood to burn in it. In anticipation of the move, we hadn't been to the grocery store in a very long time. We were pathetically unprepared.
The morning the storm hit, we woke up to the sound of pine trees cracking. By mid afternoon, the power was out. Not long after dark, when we were starting to think we might freeze to death in our own home if we didn't kill ourselves first by bumping into things we couldn't see in the dark, there was a knock on the door. A neighbor, Thomas (who turned out to be quite a character & there are thousands of Thomas stories I could tell,) wanted to trade something for booze. Did we have booze & what would we want for it? We were back in business! We had booze. We told our sob story (with frozen tears) to Thomas, gave him a six pack of beer & sent him on his way. Not long after, neighbors we'd never met started showing up bringing us blankets, lanterns, candles & a few things to eat.
At some point, Thomas showed back up & asked if we would return the favor & help out the neighborhood. So, for the next 18 hours or so, we walked a circle about a mile long cutting trees out of the roadway. I had no clue how to run a chainsaw, but I tagged along anyway. We walked the loop over & over again, ducking falling trees & power lines & cutting our way forward. As we moved forward, trees continued to fall behind us. It was cold & miserable, but we met lots of neighbors, formed a few lasting friendships & stayed warm (dragging trees out of the road is hot work!) and entertained.
When the sleet & freezing rain finally stopped, we had 13 inches of ice on the ground. We were without power for four days, which is just a blip on the radar compared to some storms we've dealt with, but those other storms were hurricanes & we didn't have to worry about freezing to death. The roads were so impassable that the National Guard had to hike food, water & medication in to people. It was a little scary to look out the window & see the military marching by. But what was even scarier was watching them hike stretchers in & out because the ambulances couldn't navigate the roads.
While I love a good snow storm, I hope & pray I never have to experience anything like that ice storm ever again.
And... #todayonmyneedles
Monday, November 24, 2014
Snow birds
My kitchen window looks out into the woods & normally when I look out, I'll see a bird or two, sometimes a squirrel. Sometimes even a fox or deer passing by. This morning, there are thousands of birds out there. Thousands! And not just one big flock, there are all different kinds of birds. Little birds, big birds, birds on the ground, birds in the bushes and birds in all levels of the tree limbs. Thousands & thousands of birds. What my momma taught me was lots of birds like that this time of year meant snow was coming.
Mr. Weatherman keeps hinting at snow. He'll make some big announcement like "Stay tuned for snow accumulation info" or "Snow accumulations possible for Wednesday, the worst travel day of the year." When you actually stay tuned or click on the link, he starts talking about how it's going to start as rain & if conditions are just perfectly so, it will turn to snow &/or sleet late Wednesday night. But then he'll ramble on a while about how low the chance of the conditions lining up just perfectly for snow is. He says it's about a one billionth of 1% chance that it will actually snow. And then he ends his forecast with a sentence or two about the possibility of light accumulation.
In other words, Mr. Weatherman has no freaking clue. But those birds....
I guess I should head to the grocery store & stock up on bread, milk & toilet paper. It's a southern tradition.
Let's be thankful....
I was planning to be thankful for the internet today. Yes, I'll admit, at the beginning of the month I made a list of things I was thankful for to use in case of an emergency during the month. An emergency being one of those days where about the only thing I can think of to be thankful for is that I haven't killed anyone today. Yet. You know those days. Right? I'm not the only one who has them, right? Anyway.... Today's thankful thing if I couldn't think of anything else was the internet. Which is interesting because before looking at my list, I was thinking how glad I am to have the internet. How nice it is to be able to obsessively watch the weather forecast. How easy it is for me to publicly complain about the weather here on the blog, on Facebook or even in the Etsy forums. Are you old enough to remember life before Google? I am. Boy, it was tough. You had to watch the birds if you wanted to make sure you had enough toilet paper.
And just so there's something to look at in this post, here's a random picture of Max.
Max says to tell you that I have finished the Antler hat & have started another secret project hat. Photos to follow if the sun ever comes out.
Mr. Weatherman keeps hinting at snow. He'll make some big announcement like "Stay tuned for snow accumulation info" or "Snow accumulations possible for Wednesday, the worst travel day of the year." When you actually stay tuned or click on the link, he starts talking about how it's going to start as rain & if conditions are just perfectly so, it will turn to snow &/or sleet late Wednesday night. But then he'll ramble on a while about how low the chance of the conditions lining up just perfectly for snow is. He says it's about a one billionth of 1% chance that it will actually snow. And then he ends his forecast with a sentence or two about the possibility of light accumulation.
In other words, Mr. Weatherman has no freaking clue. But those birds....
I guess I should head to the grocery store & stock up on bread, milk & toilet paper. It's a southern tradition.
Let's be thankful....
I was planning to be thankful for the internet today. Yes, I'll admit, at the beginning of the month I made a list of things I was thankful for to use in case of an emergency during the month. An emergency being one of those days where about the only thing I can think of to be thankful for is that I haven't killed anyone today. Yet. You know those days. Right? I'm not the only one who has them, right? Anyway.... Today's thankful thing if I couldn't think of anything else was the internet. Which is interesting because before looking at my list, I was thinking how glad I am to have the internet. How nice it is to be able to obsessively watch the weather forecast. How easy it is for me to publicly complain about the weather here on the blog, on Facebook or even in the Etsy forums. Are you old enough to remember life before Google? I am. Boy, it was tough. You had to watch the birds if you wanted to make sure you had enough toilet paper.
And just so there's something to look at in this post, here's a random picture of Max.
Max says to tell you that I have finished the Antler hat & have started another secret project hat. Photos to follow if the sun ever comes out.
Friday, October 3, 2014
State Fair, 2014
My daughter & I had a good time at the State Fair. The weather was cooperative & there were lots of things to see & do.
The baby duck slide is always a popular attraction.
I'm not sure if this guy was a pigeon or a dove, but I was fascinated with his long legs & big, poofed out chest.
I'm officially in love with the colors in this chicken. Browns, golds and blues. I must find yarn to match! I MUST!
A rattlesnake handler. The guy had four or five Rubbermaid tubs full of rattlesnakes & while handling them, he'd let them crawl along his handling stick to within just a few inches of his hand before he'd rearrange them. Ugh! Gives me the willies just to type about it.
The goats were playing king of the mountain. I like the way that chicken is peeking into the photo. I didn't notice it there when I took the photo.
My woolly friend. This particular sheep was very friendly. He came right over to us as soon as we stepped near his pen & he licked & nibbled my fingers while we admired him & his friends.
I was a disappointed with the lack of knitting displayed but I loved this basket. I'm not sure what the display was for exactly, but who wouldn't love a basket with an in-progress sweater & yarn, a bottle of vodka & a giant container of headache pills. I know I could have used that basket when I got home from the fair! Yesterday's comment about hoping I didn't jinx the scarf.... Well, you know how that went. I spent over two hours last night knitting & tinking four rows on that blasted scarf. I desperately needed vodka & a giant bottle of Excedrin.
Of course the fair offered tons of fried foods. I didn't try any deep fried Kool-Aid or a Krispy Creme burger or sloppy joe, but I could have.
And of course, the lights. I absolutely love the lights at the fair.
The baby duck slide is always a popular attraction.
I'm not sure if this guy was a pigeon or a dove, but I was fascinated with his long legs & big, poofed out chest.
I'm officially in love with the colors in this chicken. Browns, golds and blues. I must find yarn to match! I MUST!
A rattlesnake handler. The guy had four or five Rubbermaid tubs full of rattlesnakes & while handling them, he'd let them crawl along his handling stick to within just a few inches of his hand before he'd rearrange them. Ugh! Gives me the willies just to type about it.
The goats were playing king of the mountain. I like the way that chicken is peeking into the photo. I didn't notice it there when I took the photo.
My woolly friend. This particular sheep was very friendly. He came right over to us as soon as we stepped near his pen & he licked & nibbled my fingers while we admired him & his friends.
I was a disappointed with the lack of knitting displayed but I loved this basket. I'm not sure what the display was for exactly, but who wouldn't love a basket with an in-progress sweater & yarn, a bottle of vodka & a giant container of headache pills. I know I could have used that basket when I got home from the fair! Yesterday's comment about hoping I didn't jinx the scarf.... Well, you know how that went. I spent over two hours last night knitting & tinking four rows on that blasted scarf. I desperately needed vodka & a giant bottle of Excedrin.
Of course the fair offered tons of fried foods. I didn't try any deep fried Kool-Aid or a Krispy Creme burger or sloppy joe, but I could have.
And of course, the lights. I absolutely love the lights at the fair.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Shades of Gray
My entire world has turned gray. It snowed on Tuesday. We were supposed to get eight to ten inches which is huge for this part of the world. Instead of getting almost a foot of snow, we got less than two inches, which was pretty disappointing as blizzards go but honestly, I can't say I'm upset about it. What I am upset about is how cold it turned just as the snow was ending. It's rare for Virginia snow to last more than a day before the sun melts it away. Not this time! It's so cold even the sun can't melt it. So here it is, three days later and our schools are still closed because there's one inch of snow on the roads.
See how gray it all looks?
Okay, well that picture has a lot of red Virginiaclay sand in it, but you get the idea. Everything is gray. The snow is dirty gray now. The sky is gray, so gray I'm wondering if it might actually snow again. The interstates are so gray from the chemicals VDOT put down that you can barely see the lane markers. And every car that's ventured out of it's driveway over the last three days is gray.
Poor old Blaze is looking rough! And so are my pants. I can not get in or out of the car without rubbing against that nasty gray stuff. I look like I've been on a major powdered sugar donut binge. But at least Blaze made it home in time for the big snow fall. Mike had taken her out of town for work (again) & made it home just minutes before it started snowing.
On one of his recent trips, Mike was a bad car daddy! Blaze celebrated a big mileage milestone & Mike failed to photograph it happening.
Blaze, our youngest Chevrolet, (we have several) hit 300,000 miles!
I just hope Blaze gets to see 400,000. I had my doubts yesterday. I took the boy child out to teach him how to drive on ice. We went to a nearby unplowed church parking lot that had plenty of open space to practice skidding & sliding without having to worry about ditches or other cars. I gave him the lecture about what to expect & how to handle it. We traded seats & I told him to carefully, very carefully try to take off a little too fast & feel the car start to slip. He instantly floored it & began doing donuts all over the parking lot. Controlled donuts, I have to admit. When he'd start to get too close to a light pole or curbing, he'd steer out of the spin, move to a better spot & start us spinning around in circles all over again. I have no idea how he learned to do that but I assume it has something to do with video games. I'm still not sure how he'll handle driving on ice on a straight road with other cars around, but he can damn sure handle doing donuts!
Meanwhile, in knitting news.... after all, this is a blog about knitting.... I finished a cowl & fingerless mittens to match the hat mentioned in my last post. I had planned to put them in my Etsy shop but I was cold today & the cowl matched my outfit. I put it on & decided to never take it back off. And yes, I'm wearing the mitts too. Have I mentioned how cold it is outside? (And inside for that matter, thus the need for the mitts.) Even the hat looks cute on me & hats Never look cute on my big old head.
That's a close up of the mitts. They are reversible! One is turned inside out in the photo. They are knit in an unevenly numbered rib pattern & on one side, you don't notice the rib hardly at all and on the other, the rib stands out & becomes the pattern.
And looky! Look how well the KnitPicks Caspian dpns match the yarn! How cool is that? The needles arrived on the same day I finished knitting the mitts. But do you know the coolest thing? Those are #2 dpns. I meant to order #3. And you know what that means.... I get to place another order! Maybe my world isn't so gray after all.
That's the beginning of a chevron scarf I started while I waited for my KnitPicks order to arrive. It's a simple chevron pattern with alternating double rows of white & an unlabeled rainbow sock yarn from my stash pile. This scarf will have to wait though. Now that my yarn order has arrived, I have a custom order scarf to attend to. Yeah, life is rough when you get paid to do what you absolutely love!
See how gray it all looks?
Okay, well that picture has a lot of red Virginia
Poor old Blaze is looking rough! And so are my pants. I can not get in or out of the car without rubbing against that nasty gray stuff. I look like I've been on a major powdered sugar donut binge. But at least Blaze made it home in time for the big snow fall. Mike had taken her out of town for work (again) & made it home just minutes before it started snowing.
On one of his recent trips, Mike was a bad car daddy! Blaze celebrated a big mileage milestone & Mike failed to photograph it happening.
Blaze, our youngest Chevrolet, (we have several) hit 300,000 miles!
I just hope Blaze gets to see 400,000. I had my doubts yesterday. I took the boy child out to teach him how to drive on ice. We went to a nearby unplowed church parking lot that had plenty of open space to practice skidding & sliding without having to worry about ditches or other cars. I gave him the lecture about what to expect & how to handle it. We traded seats & I told him to carefully, very carefully try to take off a little too fast & feel the car start to slip. He instantly floored it & began doing donuts all over the parking lot. Controlled donuts, I have to admit. When he'd start to get too close to a light pole or curbing, he'd steer out of the spin, move to a better spot & start us spinning around in circles all over again. I have no idea how he learned to do that but I assume it has something to do with video games. I'm still not sure how he'll handle driving on ice on a straight road with other cars around, but he can damn sure handle doing donuts!
Meanwhile, in knitting news.... after all, this is a blog about knitting.... I finished a cowl & fingerless mittens to match the hat mentioned in my last post. I had planned to put them in my Etsy shop but I was cold today & the cowl matched my outfit. I put it on & decided to never take it back off. And yes, I'm wearing the mitts too. Have I mentioned how cold it is outside? (And inside for that matter, thus the need for the mitts.) Even the hat looks cute on me & hats Never look cute on my big old head.
That's a close up of the mitts. They are reversible! One is turned inside out in the photo. They are knit in an unevenly numbered rib pattern & on one side, you don't notice the rib hardly at all and on the other, the rib stands out & becomes the pattern.
And looky! Look how well the KnitPicks Caspian dpns match the yarn! How cool is that? The needles arrived on the same day I finished knitting the mitts. But do you know the coolest thing? Those are #2 dpns. I meant to order #3. And you know what that means.... I get to place another order! Maybe my world isn't so gray after all.
That's the beginning of a chevron scarf I started while I waited for my KnitPicks order to arrive. It's a simple chevron pattern with alternating double rows of white & an unlabeled rainbow sock yarn from my stash pile. This scarf will have to wait though. Now that my yarn order has arrived, I have a custom order scarf to attend to. Yeah, life is rough when you get paid to do what you absolutely love!
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Stripes
I'm on a stripes kick. It wasn't a conscious decision but the last seven or eight things I've knit have been striped. I finished the blue & gray striped socks last week but never blogged about them because I wanted to sew up the toes before showing them off. Apparently the urge to post them is stronger than the urge to Kitchner them because here they are, still hanging out with open toes:
One of these days, I'll find myself in a quiet, well lit corner with my handy-dandy Kitchner cheat-sheet & I'll sew them up. I hope that day comes soon. I've recently worn holes in three pairs of my socks. It's been a sad few weeks! But hey - those socks have been worn routinely for over 10 years. Wow! Ten years. That's amazing! And I'm sitting here thinking that that can't possibly be right, except that I distinctly remember wearing two of them in our old house & it's actually been almost 12 years since we lived there. Wow. Just wow!
And then there's this striped hat. It may last 10 or more years as well. It's knit from Red Heart! Shhhh, don't tell. (Yes, I am a yarn snob!) The yarn is actually Red Heart's Boutique Unforgettable. I have no idea how it came to live in my house but I'm glad that it did. Although it's a Red Heart acrylic yarn, it's just as soft as it can be and I absolutely love the color. The photo doesn't do it justice, mainly because it was taken at night in horrible lighting on my very messy desk. But in real life, it's emerald green with stripes of purple that vary from almost black to grape. Besides the softness & the color, I also like the way the hat's appearance changes based on the size of the head (think man vs. woman.) On a smaller head, the hat is a bit slouchy and has just a hint of a ruffled shape around the face. On a larger head, the ruffle smoothes out and looks like any other ribbed hat. Anyway, I liked the hat so much, I'm knitting a matching cowl. No photos of the cowl as I've only got a few inches of knitting done so far.
So, on a totally different note, how's the weather been treating you? Here in Virginia, it's been typical. Not typical as in normal temperatures, but typical as in you never have a clue what to wear and you need to have both your harshest winter clothes as well as your summer clothes available. Our "average" winter temperatures are are the mid 40's during the day & the upper 20's at night. Recently, when the big cold wave hit us, the daytime temperature dropped 41 degrees in a matter of hours to give us a balmy high of 6 degrees one day. We tied a record for cold temps that day. Three days later, we broke another record. This one for high temperatures when we hit 68 degrees. It's no wonder practically everyone in the state is sick & we have a reputation for dressing funny. The extreme temperature swing brought massive, massive rains and house shaking thunder storms. It also produced heavy fog to go along with the flooded roads. Here's a picture of our lake.
You can see the fog rolling across it. The picture was taken around 3:30 in the afternoon & I don't think I've ever seen fog like that in the middle of the day before. Being a Stephen King fan, it freaked me out just a teeny tiny bit.
So, what's your weather doing? Feel free to rant or brag about it in the comments. Meanwhile, I'm off to knit a few more inches of cowl before bedtime.
One of these days, I'll find myself in a quiet, well lit corner with my handy-dandy Kitchner cheat-sheet & I'll sew them up. I hope that day comes soon. I've recently worn holes in three pairs of my socks. It's been a sad few weeks! But hey - those socks have been worn routinely for over 10 years. Wow! Ten years. That's amazing! And I'm sitting here thinking that that can't possibly be right, except that I distinctly remember wearing two of them in our old house & it's actually been almost 12 years since we lived there. Wow. Just wow!
And then there's this striped hat. It may last 10 or more years as well. It's knit from Red Heart! Shhhh, don't tell. (Yes, I am a yarn snob!) The yarn is actually Red Heart's Boutique Unforgettable. I have no idea how it came to live in my house but I'm glad that it did. Although it's a Red Heart acrylic yarn, it's just as soft as it can be and I absolutely love the color. The photo doesn't do it justice, mainly because it was taken at night in horrible lighting on my very messy desk. But in real life, it's emerald green with stripes of purple that vary from almost black to grape. Besides the softness & the color, I also like the way the hat's appearance changes based on the size of the head (think man vs. woman.) On a smaller head, the hat is a bit slouchy and has just a hint of a ruffled shape around the face. On a larger head, the ruffle smoothes out and looks like any other ribbed hat. Anyway, I liked the hat so much, I'm knitting a matching cowl. No photos of the cowl as I've only got a few inches of knitting done so far.
So, on a totally different note, how's the weather been treating you? Here in Virginia, it's been typical. Not typical as in normal temperatures, but typical as in you never have a clue what to wear and you need to have both your harshest winter clothes as well as your summer clothes available. Our "average" winter temperatures are are the mid 40's during the day & the upper 20's at night. Recently, when the big cold wave hit us, the daytime temperature dropped 41 degrees in a matter of hours to give us a balmy high of 6 degrees one day. We tied a record for cold temps that day. Three days later, we broke another record. This one for high temperatures when we hit 68 degrees. It's no wonder practically everyone in the state is sick & we have a reputation for dressing funny. The extreme temperature swing brought massive, massive rains and house shaking thunder storms. It also produced heavy fog to go along with the flooded roads. Here's a picture of our lake.
You can see the fog rolling across it. The picture was taken around 3:30 in the afternoon & I don't think I've ever seen fog like that in the middle of the day before. Being a Stephen King fan, it freaked me out just a teeny tiny bit.
So, what's your weather doing? Feel free to rant or brag about it in the comments. Meanwhile, I'm off to knit a few more inches of cowl before bedtime.
Monday, March 11, 2013
March in Virginia
So far, it's proving to be a pretty typical March in Virginia.
We had a snow storm followed by several days of temperatures in the mid 60's. The snow started Tuesday night & continued through Wednesday evening. As is typical of Virginia weather, the storm couldn't make up it's mind what it wanted to be - rain or snow. It would snow like crazy for an hour or so & the snow would accumulate to 5 to 7 inches, then it would rain like crazy for 30 minutes & compact/melt the snow down to just a couple of inches, then it would change back to snow & start accumulating again. Those periods of rain sure did a number on the travelers as it turned the roads into slushy, icy disaster zones, but it sure helped keep the total snow accumulation down. If it hadn't been for the rain, we'd still be trying to dig out.
While it snowed, I knit.
It's a chevron scarf desperately in need of a good blocking. I've also started another mitered square blanket. I have several of them in the works, but I think I like this new one the best. I'm not exactly happy with the square size of the other two, one's too large & one's squares are too small. This new project is the Goldilocks of them & seems to be just right. I've only gotten eight squares done so far so there wasn't much to photograph.
I also finally got around to blocking Sarah's scarf.
It looks much better in real life. The light is horrible in that picture, plus the gray mannequin does nothing for the bright colors of the yarn. Sarah seems to be happy with it and I think she'll be able to get a lot of wear out of it. It's wool so it should be warm in the winter, but it's extremely light weight & lacy so I think she'll be able to wear it in the summer too.
For non-knitting news, I need to take a moment to say how proud I am of my son. I've mentioned before that he bowls. This past Saturday, he rolled an 820 set. His coach thinks it's probably a state youth record, so that's pretty exciting! A 900 would be three perfect games (36 strikes) in a row. If Zack's information is correct only 17 people have rolled a 900. Sixteen of them were adults & one is a youth with an unconfirmed score. Also, with only three more weeks to go, his youth travel league remains in first place with quite a few points separating them from the second place team. It's a little too early to start bragging, but .... Go Sunsetters!
Well, I hear scrap yarn & mitered squares calling me. And unfortunately, I think the laundry may be making some noise too.
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