••• Sunday, March 28, 2004
Weekend Shorts
I hadnot much no computer access this weekend, so am trying to eke a small post from a short minute, before heading to bed.
I spent a few hours last night trying to break an inch of pattern on the second sleeve for the Must Have. Evidently I took the celebration of Barffok to nearly spiritual levels. I knit and unknit the same two rows, over and over, with no two mistakes being alike.
Hours of knitting with nothing to show. Like knitting into the wind.
I now realize I should've established the pattern before starting on the vanilla rum and The Sopranos DVD (last episodes of season one). I'm kind of ashamed to say it, but up until last weekend, I was an SV (Sopranos Virgin). I'm kind of glad I held out though. My husband and I are having a blast.
It was a brilliant day today. I took a walk and had The Cakers out for some romping. It's now 11 p.m. and I can still smell the sun on my skin. Some people told me that I can't smell leftover sunshine. But I know better.
Say Goodnight Gracie...
On my way home from work Friday, I drove past a medical building I had never noticed before. It was called The Vein Clinic.
I thought "Why bother?"
Goodnight, Gracie
I had
I spent a few hours last night trying to break an inch of pattern on the second sleeve for the Must Have. Evidently I took the celebration of Barffok to nearly spiritual levels. I knit and unknit the same two rows, over and over, with no two mistakes being alike.
Hours of knitting with nothing to show. Like knitting into the wind.
I now realize I should've established the pattern before starting on the vanilla rum and The Sopranos DVD (last episodes of season one). I'm kind of ashamed to say it, but up until last weekend, I was an SV (Sopranos Virgin). I'm kind of glad I held out though. My husband and I are having a blast.
It was a brilliant day today. I took a walk and had The Cakers out for some romping. It's now 11 p.m. and I can still smell the sun on my skin. Some people told me that I can't smell leftover sunshine. But I know better.
Say Goodnight Gracie...
On my way home from work Friday, I drove past a medical building I had never noticed before. It was called The Vein Clinic.
I thought "Why bother?"
Goodnight, Gracie
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