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They Aren´t Talking

Last night Pam, Tena and I used FaceTime for nearly two hours.  We had not ¨talked¨ like this since July and it was so great to catch up with them.  As they called I was about to start making a Christmas Pickle as a part of my ornament collection.

Common lore holds the Christmas Pickle is an old German tradition.  Apparently the first child to find the pickle in a decorated tree will get a present.  However, I grew up in a German dominated community and no one placed a pickle on their Xmas tree so when the three of us visited a German Xmas market a few years ago and found crafted pickles the concept was new to me.  The true origin is not so clear either; more can be read about the tradition here.  So Pam, Tena and I talked about the pickle and I promised to put a picture of what I will be knitting on the blog.
Photo by Pattern Recogknition
The appropriate yarn (at least IMHO) was found and I was about to cast on when we started to talk.  By the time we were done it was my bedtime so I left the ball of yarn on the floor behind my chair, packed up the easily moved knitting supplies and went to bed.

It should be known I do not sleep with Mike and Mara, the cats.  Although Mara can be very snuggly at night, both she and Mike tend to be pretty active, meaning if they are in the bedroom I do not sleep well.  So I close the door and they have the run of the place until morning.

This was the scene this morning.



These pictures show the end of the yarn was left in the hallway to my bedroom (the first photo), much of the unwound yarn is left on the chair and the ball has fallen to the floor.  As I scanned the scene it was unclear to me what had happened.  The ball was definitely left on the floor behind the chair last night.  So did they work together, roll it to the hallway, one of them stand on the end while the other rolled it around to the chair.  Then did one of them carry the yarn to the seat of the chair, unwind a bunch of it and then let the ball drop?

The second picture above shows a shawl I am working on next to the cake of yarn for it.  For reasons only M&M know they selected the ball of pickle green yarn, which needed very little effort to fix versus pulling at that shawl and cake, which would have caused some serious recovery.  How they decide what will be their target to roll around the floor is unclear to me.

I will never know what really happened last night, because they aren´t talking.  As siblings they seem to have taken a sacred oath of not squealing on one another.  I cannot even crack them with treats, so this mystery will remain a mystery.  Note to self, you know these shenanigans happen at night while they are unsupervised so why not take better care of putting things away before bedtime?  Now that is a situation I can rectify.


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