Baby Robin Drama
Who the hell has been giving Queer Joe grief about conflict of interest? I feel like I've missed some big ol' KnitBlog Drama. Joe is very funny about it, in his serious way. I'm relieved (I guess) to know exactly where his conflicts of interest lie, just in case it ever affects my estimation of his excellent knitting. (NOT!) You go, guy.
We had high drama around here yesterday -- one of the baby robins, having been sent forth into the world for the first time, managed shakily to "fly" (he was moving his wings some -- I think it counts) down to the deck. Then, after a little rest, he bravely flung himself off towards the cherry tree, which he did reach, sorta, though he didn't manage to actually land. Great consternation and distress. The child, being tenderhearted, was especially concerned, so we had to go down the hill and search for the bird.
He'd managed to get himself into one of the lower branches of the cherry tree. His mom then spent a couple of hours trying to lure him into further flight -- he was determined she was going to come feed him some more; she was determined she wouldn't. She kept parading choice dead insects before him, just out of his reach.
The child went to check, after supper, and both he and the mother were gone, and there were no dead bird bodies at the foot of the tree. So our assumption is that all is well, and flight has been achieved. Yay, evolution! Yay, creator of evolution!
I spent a lot of last night untangling the damn Mirror from itself -- while I go upstairs for ice water it throws itself around, I gather. So now I'm knitting the scarf again, though I see that the Mosaic has thrown itself off the ball, too, and is in a fair way to tangle badly as well. This should teach me. I was taking a little break -- just a little, very small break -- from the two sweaters I'm working on, and it turned into some major big deal.
All for a scarf.
Albeit a beautiful scarf such as is the envy of all who see it, I'll give it that. The general consensus around here (with the exception of me) is that I should buy BUNCHES of these fibers, so as to knit scarves for the girls for Christmas.
I'm sorry. I love the girls. I bless the day they came into my life when I married their dad, really, I do, every day. But it's going to be a lo-o-o-ng time before I tackle "Mosaic and Mirror" again.
Now I'm having trouble because the pictures of Jerry's gansey are SO enticing. He figures it'll be done by the middle of July. Major project -- clearly well worth it. The work's beautiful, and that gansey will last forever, through hard wear. The sort of sweater you can go camping in.
Or fishing. Or fishing.
We had high drama around here yesterday -- one of the baby robins, having been sent forth into the world for the first time, managed shakily to "fly" (he was moving his wings some -- I think it counts) down to the deck. Then, after a little rest, he bravely flung himself off towards the cherry tree, which he did reach, sorta, though he didn't manage to actually land. Great consternation and distress. The child, being tenderhearted, was especially concerned, so we had to go down the hill and search for the bird.
He'd managed to get himself into one of the lower branches of the cherry tree. His mom then spent a couple of hours trying to lure him into further flight -- he was determined she was going to come feed him some more; she was determined she wouldn't. She kept parading choice dead insects before him, just out of his reach.
The child went to check, after supper, and both he and the mother were gone, and there were no dead bird bodies at the foot of the tree. So our assumption is that all is well, and flight has been achieved. Yay, evolution! Yay, creator of evolution!
I spent a lot of last night untangling the damn Mirror from itself -- while I go upstairs for ice water it throws itself around, I gather. So now I'm knitting the scarf again, though I see that the Mosaic has thrown itself off the ball, too, and is in a fair way to tangle badly as well. This should teach me. I was taking a little break -- just a little, very small break -- from the two sweaters I'm working on, and it turned into some major big deal.
All for a scarf.
Albeit a beautiful scarf such as is the envy of all who see it, I'll give it that. The general consensus around here (with the exception of me) is that I should buy BUNCHES of these fibers, so as to knit scarves for the girls for Christmas.
I'm sorry. I love the girls. I bless the day they came into my life when I married their dad, really, I do, every day. But it's going to be a lo-o-o-ng time before I tackle "Mosaic and Mirror" again.
Now I'm having trouble because the pictures of Jerry's gansey are SO enticing. He figures it'll be done by the middle of July. Major project -- clearly well worth it. The work's beautiful, and that gansey will last forever, through hard wear. The sort of sweater you can go camping in.
Or fishing. Or fishing.
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