I continue to be amazed, and impressed, by the graciousness and the speedy responses I get when I post a comment or query to the blogs of sundry Famous Knitting Bloggers. I've been reading the Yarn Harlot's blog since about 15 minutes after I got home from my first Knit Night with my sisters of the wool, back in June. I've been reading Wendy's blog for about a month, though I used her toe-up sock pattern from Knitty for my first pair of socks, late last summer.
The internet is a fearfully mixed blessing. We can do our banking, shop for a new spouse, file our taxes, buy yummy yarn and patterns, keep in touch with extended family, listen to a prophet speak without having to put on pantyhose and drive down to the church. And then there are those people who use it to rob banks and steal identities, stalk former spouses, hack into the IRS, kidnap children for wicked purposes, spread division in our families and communities, and demean other religions.
Soapbox? Oh, you mean this thing that I'm standing on?
I learn all sorts of neat stuff on the internet. For example, last fall I learned that Thanksgiving Day in Canada is on a different day than ours in the U.S. So I asked Stephanie if their traditional foods were anything like ours, and she emailed me! I still have her response tucked in a folder somewhere until I can figure out how to bronze an email. And today [I began drafting this on Sunday night; who knows when it will actually be published?] I asked Wendy whether she used pins to block her shawl on her new interlocking foam blocking board. When I woke up from my Sunday nap, there was her response sitting politely in my inbox, just waiting for me to notice. How cool is that?
On the subject of Sunday naps, I just [this was at 9:30PM] woke up from a *six* hour one. My occasional three-hour nap is a sleep wrecker, as a full night's sleep for me averages six hours, up from five about a year ago. Since my nap was twice as long as it sometimes is, I wonder if this means that I'll get no sleep for *two* nights? The silver lining in this cloud is that I have knitting, lovely knitting which will keep me happy ~~ or at least busy ~~ while I'm awake until just before my alarm goes off at dark-thirty. I'm wondering how I'll manage to stay awake at my desk tomorrow? I am constitutionally and religiously averse to coffee and tea, never liked either of them and was so thankful to join a church where they are proscribed, thirty-plus years ago.
The internet is a fearfully mixed blessing. We can do our banking, shop for a new spouse, file our taxes, buy yummy yarn and patterns, keep in touch with extended family, listen to a prophet speak without having to put on pantyhose and drive down to the church. And then there are those people who use it to rob banks and steal identities, stalk former spouses, hack into the IRS, kidnap children for wicked purposes, spread division in our families and communities, and demean other religions.
Soapbox? Oh, you mean this thing that I'm standing on?
I learn all sorts of neat stuff on the internet. For example, last fall I learned that Thanksgiving Day in Canada is on a different day than ours in the U.S. So I asked Stephanie if their traditional foods were anything like ours, and she emailed me! I still have her response tucked in a folder somewhere until I can figure out how to bronze an email. And today [I began drafting this on Sunday night; who knows when it will actually be published?] I asked Wendy whether she used pins to block her shawl on her new interlocking foam blocking board. When I woke up from my Sunday nap, there was her response sitting politely in my inbox, just waiting for me to notice. How cool is that?
On the subject of Sunday naps, I just [this was at 9:30PM] woke up from a *six* hour one. My occasional three-hour nap is a sleep wrecker, as a full night's sleep for me averages six hours, up from five about a year ago. Since my nap was twice as long as it sometimes is, I wonder if this means that I'll get no sleep for *two* nights? The silver lining in this cloud is that I have knitting, lovely knitting which will keep me happy ~~ or at least busy ~~ while I'm awake until just before my alarm goes off at dark-thirty. I'm wondering how I'll manage to stay awake at my desk tomorrow? I am constitutionally and religiously averse to coffee and tea, never liked either of them and was so thankful to join a church where they are proscribed, thirty-plus years ago.
It's now 2:22am, and I have not only fixed the miscreant cables on LittleBit's hoodie front but have galloped past that on one front to complete the triangular flappy that begins the sleeve shaping. I'm not sure if I'm ready for a catnap before the alarm goes off at 4:00. I do know that I needed a little break from the knitting. The second front is ready for it's triangular flappy, and I am not *quite* ready to work on it.
Did I mention that I figured out how to knit while riding the recumbent bike, week before last? It's not pretty, it's not elegant, and it was a little scary when one of my balls of yarn leaped out of the cup holder and landed perilously close to a puddle of what I can only presume was somebody else's sweat. Yeah, I know: gross. I know it wasn't *mine*, because I'm careful not to break one when I'm working out during LittleBit's early morning seminary class. There's no time to shower or change, just 20 minutes to gently push-start my metabolism before picking her up, dropping her and my best friend's daughter at school, and joining the other lemmings on the daily migration into BigD.
Easter loot, courtesy of our home teacher and his wife:
The lovely contents:
The headless bunny. I took one picture with just its ears bitten off, and it looked like a cat :)
The best Easter surprise today:
I transferred it into Paint and took her name off. When I saw this in my inbox after church today, I got a glimpse of the woman she'll be. Formidable, in both the French and the English meanings. It's a good thing her papa is a black belt!
There is absolutely no sense in my going back to bed for half an hour, but I think I will anyway.
1 comment:
I had to chuckle when I pictured in my head the ball of yarn jumping out of the cup holder. I thought I would like to try an exercise where I could knit too. I am a multitasker I guess. Thank you for the comment on my blog. The pansy-colored yarn must be beautiful. I think it would be fun to dye yarn the colors in my flower garden - someday.
Punkin at Needle to Needle
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