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The cicadas. are driving. me. crazy. with the constant noise. It's right outside out our window, a constant whirring rustling noise that cycles up to a crescendo then down an octave for a moment before cycling upward again. They've been making this noise every single day for the last several weeks from sunup to sundown and will continue to do so for about another 4 weeks until they all die. Some are starting to die but not nearly enough. And quite a few of them have decided to land on our porch to die a very noisy death. Add the 90+ temperatures we've had for the last few days and I'm pretty irritable and grumpy. Not even chocolate is helping.
So, to amuse myself while hiding indoors from the abobinable heat & insect infestation, I'm trying to learn how to knit socks. I'm failing spectacularly at it. There have been lots of yarn thrown at the walls, lots of cussing, and many threats yelled at the needles & general complaining about my stupidity. I'm at the point where I'm determined to figure it out, come hell or high water. As my father would say, I'm stubborn as a mule and just as pigheaded. I'll let you know when I figure the damn things out.
So, to amuse myself while hiding indoors from the abobinable heat & insect infestation, I'm trying to learn how to knit socks. I'm failing spectacularly at it. There have been lots of yarn thrown at the walls, lots of cussing, and many threats yelled at the needles & general complaining about my stupidity. I'm at the point where I'm determined to figure it out, come hell or high water. As my father would say, I'm stubborn as a mule and just as pigheaded. I'll let you know when I figure the damn things out.