Hallelujah! I Love Him

Badoodeedeedoo now if I call him on the--telephone
and tell him that I'm all alo-o-one
By the time I count from--one to four, I hear him
ba-doom ba-doom ba-doom
at my doooooorrr!

Ok, I'm not actually Hallelujah-ing about a Boy I Know. Why the glee? I finished the book knitting. BAM.

All done. Every little end done been wove in. (There is a crooked seam that I should probably fix, but that is the only cloud threatening my parade.)

What next, you guys? I sort of don't know what to do. I started a washrag last night, because Brax and the Science Pirate were coming over to knit and I wanted to just knit, like in the old days. I wanted to knit brainlessly and functionally. So I did a washrag, and it's mostly done now.

I know I said I was going to be a sock person, but that might not be happening because it turns out that knitting with tiny yarn is not my cup of tea. It is a little frustrating for me to spend that much time on a sock when I could spend that much time on a sweater. I don't know, maybe it's just that I keep accidentally pulling out the needles and dropping my yarn overs. I know that, in knitting, the main thing is to do a thing, and then when it's done you know how to do it and it's easy after that. So I'm making it a goal to do the socks, but I'd like to do something that is TOTALLY FUN first. I am thinking I might rip out that half-finished green v-neck sweater and turn it into a cabled cardigan. Because the combination of bulky green tweed, cables, and cardigans is pretty much the stuff of my heart. Raglan! Add raglan in there and me and this project have reached our...um...I don't know...some scene from a movie where people fall in love. That tent in Brokeback Mountain? Er...no. No.

Anyway, I think that's what I'll do, maybe. BOOK KNITTING: OVER. I might take a day off today! Relaxtown.

Take a moment out of your day to experience my new favorite blog, pls. So incredibly cute and funny.

Through this blog, I learned about Wordle, which is kind of making my day.

It is raining here, and although we have had a freaking boatload of rain in the last month, and I live close to the river, and it keeps washing out the bike path, and the mosquitoes are awful this year, I am enjoying the wet, cool, cloudy day. It seems like a good day to stay in and knit and write and think about how you and your friend knitted a book. (It's probably also a good day to resize sweater patterns for said book, but don't I deserve a day off? Come on.)

Are you guys getting bored? You've got short attention spans. Here's a cat picture.

That's Earl (left) and Burl. They live in the barn at my parents' house. They're brothers of Brax's cat, Eddie. Like Lucky Lucille, they came from my cousin Tammy's collection of strays. She found the mama all preggo, and took care of her and found homes for the babies. It could have been a sad story, but all the babies had happy endings. Earl and Burl are the snuggliest, healthiest, happiest barn cats you ever saw. Readers of this blog know that Eddie is SPOILED ROTTEN. Their 4th brother, Rudy, lives with Tammy in the house where he was born. Cats!

I am going to stop rambling like a crazy lady and go enjoy the rest of my celebratory day off.

Later!

Bruce