Old McDeaneold.

Here is the latest addition to our farm family. Brewster the Rooster joined us last week, when he almost met his fate as some (horrible) woman was dropping him off in the "woods" near our house. Knowing he would make his way to a major road in a matter of minutes, Deane scooped him up and fashioned him a nice coop (it's amazing the amount of coop-making materials we have scattered throughout our TWO huge sheds). Brewster enjoyed his regular feedings of tap water and grass clippings for a few days before he flew the coop, quite literally. With no fences or fence parts restraining him, I thought he'd hightail it out of here, but so far he has not left our property. The cats and dogs pretty much ignore him as he clucks around contentedly. No loud wake up calls yet, but I did see him perched atop the fence at 5:00 this morning, meekly attempting a noise that sounded something like, "EEEHHH EH EH A DOOOOOO!" He's got a long way to go.


Since Brewster's cockadoodling wasn't quite up to wakeup par this morning, I needed some help getting going. The OTG list has been updated to songs that are girly and fun to sing at the top of your lungs. I'd recommend it -- better than a 5 hour energy shot chased with a sugar free RedBull.


In knitting-related news (isn't that what this blog is supposed to be about?), I am a v. difficult ten rows deep on Anakin's Linus replica blankie. I think I'm about out of the woods, though. Will post pics as soon as pattern is established.


I hope I end up blogging about some running by the end of this week. Think I might ask for an (air-conditioned) gym membership for my birthday.