Frank had another visit to the animal shelter, which is quite swank. It has a row of bronze cats out front, donated by the public art group, sculpted by a local artist. I guess this is their final home; I've seen them around town at other venues.
Here Frank recuperates from his car ride and various pokes, prods, and shots:
Every day, or most days, I watch the beginning of The View, just to see what the resident Far Right Base representative on the panel has to say. Sure enough, Ayers, Ayers, Ayers. I really don't know why I subject myself to this, but it's better than tuning in to several hours of Fox broadcasting to try to understand if they have a grasp on just what the citizens of the United States want. Just look at the sheer numbers of people at Obama's rallies in Missouri. Anyway.
I've started another knitting project, a sweater in Rowan Calmer (such a great name for a yarn, cotton with some acrylic, to help it keep its shape when knitted up). This is the Daily Sweater from the new Mason-Dixon book. I had a heck of a time interpreting the beginning, though. There is a mistake in the directions that I had to take time to solve. Once started, however, and the charts that they use are puzzled out (which didn't take very long), this is a breeze to knit. It's knitted from the neck down, too, so I'll be able to control body and sleeve length. And it's in the round: my favorite kind of knitting.
The color is not this oatmeal, but more a mossy gray.
I'm trying to remember to bring my camera with me when I go out, but so far it's not been at my usual departure point.