After my Bible reading this morning beside the toasty wood stove, I thought about the game camera out in our back woods and decided it was a good time to go see if it had any pictures We may not have snow, but we surely did have cold! Much to my surprise there were 24 pics - 7 of them were of me, mostly looking right up my nose from about six inches away as I was trying to unstrap the thing from the tree. Evidence has been destroyed. The other pics were of a racoon, armadillo, two guys mud riding on our property on four-wheelers and about ten deer, no bucks. I was hoping for a bobcat or a bear or something exciting like that.
Maybe moving the camera to a new location will yield some different game. I am looking for turkey and bucks next time.
Now about those darned socks. Some five years ago we had guests for Thanksgiving from Norway. They actually were friends of Paige and Joe and were living in Montgomery while attending the Air Force War College. Sten, who was an officer in the Norwegean military and attending the War College, Kristen and their two children spent several days with us, along with Paige, Joe and family, and enjoyed everything southern and Mississippi. That included jumping on the trampoline and promptly breaking the arm of their seven year old daughter and spending all Thanksgiving Day in the Rankin ER.
It also included Sten killing a nice size buck in our back yard with a bow. It was the first time he had used the new bow and the first buck he had ever killed. He was one excited Norwegean. The rest of the week we all had a great time and enjoyed learning about each other's culture. Some time later we received gifts from them and all were handmade. Among them were several pair of hand knit wool socks Kristen had made for Johnny. He loves, loves, loves them. Finally he wore the bottoms out of his favorite blue pair and asked me to find my knitting needles and repair them for him.
The socks are absolutely worn paper thin on the bottom and even if I had a clue where my knitting needles are, it would take a true miracle for me to be able to just knit those babies back into wearable form. I might add, it would take me about a month to practice knitting and studying instruction books before I could knit and pearl a single row. So, I racked my brain as to how to mend the beloved socks. Finally I thought about using fleece material to cover the whole sole of each sock. I fashioned a form to stitch around out of an old enamel doorknob and spent several hours hand stitching the soles on. Baker would love to have a pair of these because I used some of the material he picked out which has firetrucks on it. Remember, he is going to be a fireman when he grows up. Bop will be just precious in his firetruck booties. When he got home from work and tried them on, he was pleased and wanted me to do the same think to the other pair. They will just have to wait until he walks the bottoms out of them and I have another whole cold, gloomy day to do nothing but darn those darned socks.
Just a bit too big for Baker right now.
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