I finally just heard from sister Buffy, who weathered (and I mean weathered) the hurricane yesterday in Norfolk, Virginia. She and her adorables live right on the Elizabeth River, which somehow connects with every other body of water in that land of geographic weirdness. (I never know what direction I’m going when I’m in the car with her.) At the worst she had water completely surrounding the house, with the flood up to the fifth of her seven front door steps. The garage become an indoor swimming pool, but no water got into the house. In classic Buffy fashion, the beer flowed and the fishing off the back steps was fine. “I’ve never had whitecaps in the back yard,” she said.
I predict someday they’ll name a hurricane for her. Or at least a cocktail.
Dept. of Rodent Affairs
In other news, not to gross anybody out, but the Times today reports discovery of an ancient rodent fossil. A fossil of a 1,500-pound rodent. The artist’s rendering suggests a cross between a beaver and hippopotamus. If our dear little Hammy and Squeaker are giving anyone the queasies, imagine one of these peeking in your window.
Oh, and Knitting
I stopped in at Angel Hair Yarn Company yesterday to look for A Yorkshire Fable, which is slow to show its face over on this side of the Atlantic. Have you seen it yet? I’m itching to get hold of it.
I had a great visit with one of the head Angels, Pam, and with the delightful Morgan, who it turns out is the Fiber Addict. With a layout designed by none other than our own Becky. Who knew? It was so funny to be talking in a nonvirtual way to someone I already know in a bloggy way. Shows what happens when I finally get my act together enough to check in at the LYS. I Need To Get Out More.