Oh, my heck, this video cracks me up. This is from the other night in Denver at the museum of Nature and History. We were there so I could run my second 5k, the Summer Solstice Race. This one was for the Kristin Michelle O'Connor Foundation, which benefits research for Melanoma. Colorado has the highest rate of Melanoma in the country, which isn't surprising with the 300+ days of intense, high-altitude sunshine that we get. It is something that needs more attention, and it was a fun way to support a good cause. The race was a lot bigger than the last one that I did, and it was a flat course. My goal was to beat my last time, which I did by a little over a minute, so I was glad. I hope that there will be at least one more race this summer, because J told me he would run one with me...
I popped into a knitting shop up in Arvada, called Knit Knack, right down the street from one of J's favorite fly shops. I browsed the yarns and Mimi played with the shop dog. A lot of fly shops have what I like to call a shop dog. Usually, they are huge golden retriever type dogs that are super friendly and just lay right in the middle of the floor. This was a little version of the shop dog. He was a little guy, but so friendly and cute. Mimi is a dog lover, and it made her day to play with him. I got a pattern for a stuffed bunny that I can't wait to cast on for. It takes about as much yarn as a swatch, and it is really cool. I think I might have some left over alpaca from the invisibility shawl, that will be perfect. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking, I have an Internet glove that needs some attention. And I haven't even mentioned that Berroco Bonsai that I picked up months ago. That is just because I don't know what to make from it. But the bunny. I can make the bunny quickly, it might even pull me out of my lazy knitting slump. Even if it doesn't, it is summer time. Who needs fingerless gloves in the summer?
The rain is falling now, which makes me nervous about lightning striking my computer and blowing my hands off. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned my irrational, yet very real fear of being struck by lightning. I am terrified of lightning. I'm pretty sure that it started in childhood, because that is when I started obsessing about rubber-soled shoes to insulate me against high voltage and fearing that lighting could strike through windows. Anyway, thirty years later, and things are not much better, let's just say you won't find me wearing wooden shoes.
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No worries, Shammie, fear of lightning is completely rational...especially in Colorado. I was at a parade practice my senior year at the Academy when there was a loud thunder-clap near the parade field followed by lightning close enough to make the hair stand up on your body. All 960 of us senior, college-educated future AF officers looked at each other and without a word, tossed our ceremonial swords to the ground...something about holding metal in your hands in a lightning storm. Then, the same group of engineers (we all get B.S. degrees there) with the presence of mind to not hold metal in a lightning storm huddled like sheep under the metal bleachers to get out of the rain.
Cheers!
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