Spin span spun
Sep. 13th, 2011 08:34 pmSo the weaving is done for the moment and set aside. But instead I am spinning like mad to catch up to another deadline. Finished a skein of very finely spun domestic yak down (don't ask) this morning. Now working on Corriedale wool so I can complete the knitting of a small scarf that must be done by next week Thursday latest. It's workable, just tight.
Today was a smoke-filled day. Much of northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin was blanketed by smoke from the Pagami Creek Fire in northern Minnesota, about 500 miles from here. That fire has been burning since August 18 when it was started by lightning, and has now consumed 60,000 acres in the Boundary Waters area. The smoke even penetrated our ventilation system at the library for a couple of hours this afternoon, but seems to have changed paths since sunset. Police and Fire emergency calling centers were swamped with calls to report unidentified fires in some areas, with callers in some instances refusing to believe that the actual fire was two states away and completely outside local jurisdictions.
I've seen this sort of thing before, but not often enough to consider the possibility when I first notice the odor of woodsmoke. It didn't help that little or no publicity about the Minnesota fire had reached us here in Illinois. Texas we've heard about until we are tired of it, but Minnesota has been keeping things quiet.
In other news, our bizarre Brit neighbors are apparently heading back to England soon. At least, that's what the lady of the house told Gary yesterday. Apparently they've been on visitors' visa all these years and finally ran out of renewal options. Their application for green card status has been hung up somewhere and they have to leave. While I'd expect that as land owners and apparently business owners they'd be planning to come back once the legal papers are resolved, they are taking their horses and dogs with them. This is no small expense and quite a complex paperwork maze in itself, one that implies to me that they don't expect to be back any time soon. They can't sell their property for what they paid for it, let alone the added cost of fences, barn, and improvements they've put into it, so they plan to rent it out. (Just what we need, next door renters with an absentee landlord in another hemisphere.) With my luck, they'll rent to a biker gang or a brothel. Or drug dealers. Sigh.
Today was a smoke-filled day. Much of northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin was blanketed by smoke from the Pagami Creek Fire in northern Minnesota, about 500 miles from here. That fire has been burning since August 18 when it was started by lightning, and has now consumed 60,000 acres in the Boundary Waters area. The smoke even penetrated our ventilation system at the library for a couple of hours this afternoon, but seems to have changed paths since sunset. Police and Fire emergency calling centers were swamped with calls to report unidentified fires in some areas, with callers in some instances refusing to believe that the actual fire was two states away and completely outside local jurisdictions.
I've seen this sort of thing before, but not often enough to consider the possibility when I first notice the odor of woodsmoke. It didn't help that little or no publicity about the Minnesota fire had reached us here in Illinois. Texas we've heard about until we are tired of it, but Minnesota has been keeping things quiet.
In other news, our bizarre Brit neighbors are apparently heading back to England soon. At least, that's what the lady of the house told Gary yesterday. Apparently they've been on visitors' visa all these years and finally ran out of renewal options. Their application for green card status has been hung up somewhere and they have to leave. While I'd expect that as land owners and apparently business owners they'd be planning to come back once the legal papers are resolved, they are taking their horses and dogs with them. This is no small expense and quite a complex paperwork maze in itself, one that implies to me that they don't expect to be back any time soon. They can't sell their property for what they paid for it, let alone the added cost of fences, barn, and improvements they've put into it, so they plan to rent it out. (Just what we need, next door renters with an absentee landlord in another hemisphere.) With my luck, they'll rent to a biker gang or a brothel. Or drug dealers. Sigh.