...awhile ago, why people comment on his blog. Here is the response for which Blogger kept insisting I was not putting in the correct password. Jerry, if any of my half-dozen responses got through, I trust you deleted the surplus.
I found you through Punkin’s blog. I think she linked to one of your posts, or maybe I was scrolling down the list of blogs that she reads and the title caught my eye. Why do I keep reading? Your projects, your humor, your obvious love and respect for your wife, and your “voice”.
Why do I comment? Great FOs, or something you write that sparks a memory of a similar event in my own life, a bit of inspired lunacy on your part [such as that aerial frolic in your yard], or just because. Maybe it’s the fellowship of those who have found a way to reconcile a love of math and order with a love of grace and beauty. Who but a knitting engineer-type would see GPS and think “yarn crawl”? For the first time I can see a justification for getting GPS on a future car; my internal GPS has always been so good that I wouldn’t need it for conventional reasons.
Congrats on the 6K+ views [this was a month or so ago]; I just passed 4K myself!
69 people are ahead of [me] in line. Looks like tomorrow might be the day!!!!!
18589 people are behind [me] in line.
Miner Blanket Project Update:
Finished the fourth part of the megablock at church yesterday. Was not pleased with it. Frogged the fourth quarter and then the first quarter today at work and am happily reknitting both, simultaneously. Am about to try some serious intarsia and will get back to you.
Sabbath Sock Update:
Languishing until my toes are healed. I might be intermittently wacky, but I am not stooooopid!
Mystery Stole 3 Update:
Stalled until I finish MBP and get that in the mail to Ms. Knitingale.
An update on the dream that I *didn’t* have, the night of my sleep study. I sent that portion of my blog post out in my weekly email to friends and family, most of whom don’t read the blog. And I got the following response from First Hubby, who [30+ years after the divorce] is once more a good friend:
“I am probably your only reader that can accurately picture you sitting on the curb with your 25 year-old body. Did you think of that when you wrote it?”
Um, no, I didn’t, not until after I read his email today. Mark Twain said that man is the only creature that blushes, or needs to.
I will now go sit in the corner. Fully dressed, of course.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!