As with all athletes, this accomplishement does not come without price. My wrist and arm are very sore today. I am not sure why, although DH looked at me, shaking his head as I described it. "Carpal tunnel," Mr. Hypochondria diagnoses, yet I refuse to believe it. No, not me, *I* am NOT giving up knitting! I may cut back, but refuse to quit!
To that end, I ended up at The Yarn Shoppe this afternoon, exchanging yarn for my Lucy Bag that will be cast on tomorrow. I took Grant with me, he was on his good behavior. I must profess my love for Ms. Laurel. She is the kindest woman I know. She adores Grant and doesn't mind when I go in and talk her ear off. She even let Grant pull out most of the tubes of buttons, even showing him ones that she thought he would like!
I came home with two skeins of Cascade in gorgeous shades of lime and turquoise to add to the pink I have. It will be my "spring" purse. I get happy thinking of it :)
I have so many projects to start, and one to finish. I'll be learning the heels of my two socks on two circs tomorrow. I am looking at this as a challenge. I WILL learn this! I WILL end up with two sock that are alike! I WILL!
I'll include pictures of the Olympic sweaters, alas, these were taken before finishing. When DH decides to find the cord to download from OUR camera, I'll post the final results...
1 comment:
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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.
Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Howdy
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."
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