Purls O' Wisconsin

I just drove past a fancy brand new church and the side of the building had huge letters on it that said "the bush is still burning"
and all I can think is how much I wish I was a spray painting thug so that I could go back tonight and tag it with "so get some ointment" or something else really mature.

And yes, that is a BIG HUGE GIGANTIC mistake on the front. The sweater body is taking a time out while I work on a sleeve. I know how I made the mistake, it involved knitting after 2 am. I don't want to talk about it. I am on the fence about ripping it and beginning again or living with it and loving the sweater anyway.
I would really like to live with it, but dammit if it's not already bugging me a little bit.

And it's off the needles.
I was also knitting the wrong size, and superwash stretches out like crazy, so will be casting on for a smaller one.   So it's good that it bugged me since how upsetting would it have been to finish it and make peace with the wonky cable rib fuckup and then find out the sweater was all schlumpy and baggy? SO UPSETTING.

So after thinking about it more and conferring with a buddy, while watching the carrying on in my yard I called the power company to ask WTF was going on.
There was a letter.
Sent yesterday.
It arrived today.
While this was happening:



it's a dude in a hole.
Oh my hell. it's just so ludicrous I am giggling away.

No warning whatsoever from the city or the power company.

It's a good thing they did not fuck with my flowerbeds.