Happy Seasonal Autumn

It doesn't matter what the date is, or what your calendar says, we just had the first Autumn Rain in Michigan.

  You know, the thunder storm that marks the difference between the growing season and the harvest season. The storm that booms while it's sunny, and smells like a corn field.

Sorry about the Earthquake and the hurricane, here, fall has arrived.

I went to Cub Scout camp this year with Pig 2 & Pig 3.

This was my third year of Cub Scout Camp, so, I sort of knew what to expect.  Closed toed shoes, the need for a first aid kit, and the fear of tetanus. I was prepared for anything.

I will never wear these shoes again.

Almost anything.  Sadly, I was defeated by thunderstorms and the need to pee.  Due to a recent severe storm pummeling the camp, it was strongly suggested that I sleep in one of the Scout Cabins.  Normally, the cabins are a much worse option than a tent in a thunderstorm.  Years of pee, and barf make the cabins almost uninhabitable to an adult's nose. I caved to peer pressure.

Turns out, these cabins were new, accident free and had air conditioning.

 Yes, air conditioned camping. 

Sadly, this led to the worst night of sleep ever. I had to pee twice. The camp site is so full and well lit I couldn't just drop trou around the side of the building.  Did I mention I slept inside due to storms?  I almost died on both trips to the bathroom. 

Will I camp with the scouts again next year?  Only if I have a salad bowl to piss in.

not all it's cracked up to be

I've been trying this new thing.  It's not as awesome as one would assume based on the large number of people doing it.  No, I'm not talking about watching True Blood.  I'm talking about wearing shoes.

They are hot and stinky.  My feet.  My feet are hot, stinky, and all sad from being enclosed in lace up shoes.  I'm leaning toward moving to a all sandals all the time location.  I'm thinking Margaritaville.

I was recently asked "What cha knitting?"  I responded "Just  wash cloth."  I didn't realize I had stumbled upon a fellow knitter, at Cub Scout Camp of all places!!  She was all, don't belittle that wash cloth!





She made me realize the beauty and wonder of the humble wash cloth...

Yes, I do pick up the ladies with this sensible bag

 

 

 Here we have a sample wash cloth.  It's my emergency knitting, stashed in my bag for times of need.  You know, to keep me from being bored while waiting.  The cotton yarn also comes in hella handy when you come across a rogue zombie with say, your car and need to tidy up before you pick up the kids.


 You can never have too many wash clothes!  Ah, a drawer full of wash cloths is a happy drawer.

 Dish cloths do not have to be made to a specific size.

This makes them great gifts!  No size fits all!  It's true, my muumuu says No Size, and it fits like  dream.

You say you have a dishwasher, or you only wash dishes with sponges (which is nasty. I know you are not washing that damn sponge and/or using a new one on a frequent enough basis. But, to each their own.  Ok, except now, sponges are inherently gross.) 

You can still enjoy a hand knitted (of any size) dish cloth.

 Use one to line the veg holder! No more onion papers all over!

Sometimes, that beer is ice cold!  Use a dish cloth to keep the temp of your hand cozy.  

 

 Did you like that clever word play?  Keep your hand cozy? Beer, cozy? Beer cozy?  Nothing? 

My favorite use for the oft underestimated dish cloth, is as a snot rag.

Now go!  Go, I say!  Knit washcloths without shame!