or should I say; What's Going On In The World of the Non-Knitting.
Non-Knitter, that's what I've become these days. I have about four or five WIPs sitting on needles just taking up space. In all fairness, I shouldn't even call them WIPs, none of them are past row three. They look like colorful pasta strung on a knitting needle. A knitting kabob if you will.
It's okay though, I can't say that I am unhappy with this unproductive knitting stage because I've been busy. I'm having a small Memorial Day bash at my place that I'm really excited about. The place I was at before was much too small to have even four people over without feeling crowded.
There has been much shopping going on and so far the menu looks like this;
Macaroni n' Cheese, barbequed chicken, beef barbequed hotdogs and kielbasa. Hamburgers. Mr. Willy may bring a few slabs of ribs for he and his friends. Pork n' beans, green beans with potatoes, potato salad, whole kernel corn (possibly fried corn if I have enough time). Sodas, sweet tea (I am in Georgia) and punch.
Desserts are up in the air. So far I may do a Lemon Pound cake, peach pie (a special request) and a store bought sweet something.
Did I Say Snake ?
My buddy Mr. Willy drives two counties over to his sisters home and works on a huge family vegetable garden. He drives out sometimes twice a week. So last week Mr. Willy is just working away with his hoe and hears something. He turns around and there is the largest rattlesnake he'd ever seen. I think he must have startled the snake because it turned around to slither away. Mr. Willy said he was just standing there in shock when something told him;
"Fool, you have a hoe in your hand, use it !"
With that, he went after the snake and caught it in the back of it's head. He hit it a few times and it was dead. He then grabbed it up and threw it towards the road.
A little while later his brother found the snake to get the rattle off, I asked him why didn't he get the head for me. His brother scolded him about the way he killed the snake. Apparently hitting the snake in the back of the head releases the venom throughout the body. His brother wanted the snake to sell for the meat. Mr. Willy says a certain kind of folk eat rattlesnake meat.
Mr. Willy killed the snake because he didn't want to run into it again in his garden. My reaction would have been the opposite. You see, I would have immediately dropped the hoe and made a really quick b-line past the house and to my car. Oh, and then I would have driven home.
Yeah, it's tales and moments like these that remind me that I am no longer in Michigan. We do have dangerous critters in Michigan but they will be in certain areas. Like way up north or in the forest. Georgia is pretty scary especially outside of the city. Not only are there rattlesnake here but there are coyote. Now I have to be really careful about where I go to pick wildflowers.