Karma Knitting.

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That's the name of a business we pass almost every day-



-and while I've never been in, apparently some of it stuck to my tires yesterday.

I did a small grocery run after yesterday morning's workout, and couldn't decide at first whether to hand over cash or run it on the debit card. Karma decided that one: the tab, for multiple odd-number-priced items, was exactly twenty bucks.  Advantage, Jackson. (Andrew, not Samuel L.)

Karma then ran over my dogma- or at least my cat who thinks she's a dogma. I brought the bags in- Eleanor had left for work by this point- and Zoey decided to inspect the contents. By sticking her head through the handle of one of the bags, as one does when one's a cat-dog-whatever.  In her travels, she knocked that bag- and herself- onto the floor, causing a ruckus and causing me to commit the ultimate human indignity:  I laughed at her.  She ran to the cellar, the bag coming off as she flew through the cat flap in the door (creating a nice Wile E. Coyote through a mountain effect), and I retrieved the dragged items in her wake. (Yes, Donna, this is why your birthday card envelope has a black streak across one corner;)

Eventually, she recovered, but Karma was set for a return engagement.

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The day proceeded. Eleanor came home a bit early; she weeded, I mowed; we made dinner and went to see Star Trek Into Darkness (about which more later). For all its spoilery goodness (and beware- every Wikipedia page about every other previous franchise episode or film now includes those in blatantly obvious places), it requires pretty non-stop intensity to keep up with the story and the backstory and all the things blowing up real good.  So when we got home, we were still pretty wired.

As was home- wired in brown yarn, thanks to Zoey's latest installation of macrame on the floor.

She does this fairly often when she's bored- many mornings we awaken to four-room criss-crosses of the stuff.  We even filmed one from her early days and Youtubed it:

This one, not as ambitious, but she did do a finer than usual job of entangling the yarn around the feet of chairs and, sad to say, one of the wheels on the base holding up our twenty-plus-gallon fish tank.

Twenty-plus gallons later, it was rechristened as our ex-fish tank.

The whole base tipped over, the contents- said gallons, several pounds of stone, two decorative plants, a freshly-electrocuted heater and the two floppy large fish contents- all spilled onto the hardwood. Instantly, Gene and Gomez began flopping around, and a cascade of the gallons began falling into the cellar.

On the whole, through it all, we "wore well." (That's a term of endearment given to me when my in-laws' hot water heater blew up in their cellar the first time I ever went over to their house for dinner. Maybe we should just stay out of houses with full basements, huh.)  Eleanor swabbed the decks, I shop-vacced most of the solid content and eventually the puddles below, and we both cleaned up enough glass shards to make a fully functioning IED.  The two of them are now in a smaller tank, and we're seeking a new home for at least one of them, because they were getting too big for even the bigger tank we had-



(Both of them started out as pet-shop purchases to reside in the base of our outdoor fountain to eat the mosquitoes out there.  My how they've grown.)

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Today's another day of mowing, and Orphan Blacking, and finally watching "The Name of the Doctor" and hopefully not too much el....

YELLOW KARMA!