Today

Should be promoted to Monday.

It should have been a reasonable Tuesday, maybe a little more so because it was Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday but that was actually where I got my first hint that things were going wonky.

After that I found out that Robert B. Parker died at his desk yesterday doing what he loved and what I loved most about him – writing. He and Spenser and Hawk and Jesse Stone and all of the others will be sorely missed. I’m trying to decide which Spenser I want to start rereading first.

In an odd twist the argument could be made that Mr. Parker was Mr. Poe’s yearly visitor no? Probably not but I’d like that.

A little closer to home the rest of the day went more and more spectacularly wrong as the hours passed and that’s all I really want to say on the matter. Steps are being taken and tomorrow is another day according to Miss O’Hara so I suppose I’ll try again tomorrow.

Y’all have a good night, I’ll try to, it’s been better than my day but that’s not all that difficult.

Standing in Line

I need to KIP more, just to spread the gospel of knitting but the main problem with that is I’m rarely in public that I’m not moving at speed to get done and get home.

Yesterday, however, I stopped on the way home to pick up a treat for Mom’s birthday and I knew from experience I’d have to wait while it cooked so this time I took my knitting in with me. A good idea as it turns out.

While I was waiting I met a nice lady that likes hats so she’ll be checking out the shop and an older man that crochets and was curious how knitting compared in mechanics. And a second man that wanted to know what I was making. Lots of friendly interest at the chicken counter yesterday.

I also learned that I should carry a hat around with me because it is a lot easier when asked “What are you making? A cap?” to answer, “Yes indeed. See?” Answering with “A sleep sack” draws blank looks that demand an explanation; so I explained, three times. The ladies behind the counter probably know more than they want to about sleep sacks now.

Maybe next time I’ll just lie and say “Why yes, it is a hat.” (At that point in the knitting it still could have turned into a hat but I love the way the colors are pooling so I’m going to carry on with the sack.) Or maybe not, this way I got to spread knitting and cloth diapering, that can’t be a bad thing.

Still not sure what next time will bring, today was another day of moving at speed to stay ahead of the rain so no knitting in line. There will be, however, lots of knitting now that I am at home. Y’all have a good night, I’m off to do that knitting now.

Waaaay too cold

It's a little hard to see in the bad phonepic but I hung some freshly washed yarn (happy dog, waggy tail, can of Pepsi, emergency bath for the yarn) outside to drip for a few minutes before I brought it in to dry in front of a vent. Yes, those are, in fact icicles. The yarn was outside about 15 minutes. I need another hoodie.

A little better

Warm Legs in action!

I think this is the one and only knitted gift I managed to remember a picture of in any form or fashion. As soon as my 2yo niece opened her new Warm Legs she had to have her shoes off and the Warm Legs over her sweat pants. It was quite the lovely ensemble.