A Simple Twist of Fate

Okay, okay, I admit to a few weaknesses,
Bob Dylan being one of them.
But strengths, I've got a few.

I tried to knit, but I had the spindle with me...
The CN Building in Montréal has thus witnessed
its first incidence of public spinning.
And for the observant among you, you're right, that's not my hand.

I admit it. I like freaking out security guards. And the last two months or so have been such a rollercoaster in so many ways that when I was stuck this week, waiting in a lobby for a group of people to discover that my husband is brilliant, it was the spindle I smuggled in my purse that kept me calm. I have been the cheerleader, the faxer, the editor, the sounding board, the chief cook and bottlewasher, and dammit, I needed to be calm for all that. So I spun. In public. Wow, and I thought knitting in public got me weird looks...I may as well have been lighting a big ol' fire and filling up the caudron.

I did knit a wee bit. I've done about another four centimeters on the 2 x 2 black rib. But that spindle, it has developed a very loud voice for such a small little tinkertoy on a stick. And I know that eventually I will get a wheel...I have accepted my fate...but in the meantime, I'm pretty well attached to this little guy, and I'm learning how to draft more consistently. All in good time, all in good time. You know where I'm headed...I already know where the dealer is in Québec, for chrissakes....

This post will be short, because I've spent my week working my butt off in order to not work my butt off this weekend. You see, the most beautiful little monster in the world is taking a midsummer break, and my one strength lately is remembering that she and Spiff are the loves of my life (although, minor note to self: working butt off does not result in decreased size of said butt...damn...):

It fits, she loves it. Who says capelets are So 2004?
Tomorrow, I show her the spindle...Meanwhile, I am Maman le Hero.

And a wee side note to a gazillion (or at least more than a few) wonderful people who have commented on my posts lately: my reply setup for my comments is, at the moment, a complex little dance involving way more cutting and pasting than I can manage in a timely fashion. I hear you, I really do, and I'm so glad you're there reading me. Comments mean the world to me. And I know I'm supposed to be replying sooner than a decade from the moment I receive a comment. It's just that Tech Support is a wee bit busy lately and hasn't handled the Massively Annoying Comment Reply Blug (that's a Blog Bug, = Blug. Nevermind. We're geeks. Tempting as it is, try not to mock us too loudly...). I'm replying as fast as I can. Which is clearly not very bloody fast, eh? After Twinkletoes goes back to Camp Ex-Husband, I'll be a bit more freed up time-wise, I hope, and can address the comments as well as the means with which to answer them in a timely fashion. Meanwhile, sheepy people rock, plain and simple.

The pathetic little sock toe is still a wee little sock toe, but I'm seriously thinking of smuggling it into my four and a half hour programming class. Really, now. Who listens to anything for four and a half hours without something to occupy the hands? Geesh....

And major breakthrough on the spinning front...I was spinning in bed, you see...

Whaaaat? What's the problem, eh? I spun in bed. I was alone. It's relaxing. Shut up. I can stop anytime I want.

Anyway, I was spinning in bed, and Spiff came in and sat down next to me. He watched me for a while, and I saw this bizarre look begin to creep over his face. (No, no...I'm quite sure he didn't suddenly develop a spindle fetish...). He said, "I was very wrong to say that this is a dumb activity. This is almost medieval...you're actually doing in real life what your elf character in World of Warcraft would do, and that's actually pretty cool...."

See? Seeeeee?!? HA!!! I ask you, was it just a matter of time before my raised-on-Dungeons-and-Dragons husband realised just how cool it is that I can do this thing that has been done for centuries, and even better, he can get a sweater out of the deal? Well, okay, maybe a small scarf...or a set of gloveless fingers or something...anyway...HA!!! (I very quietly and unobtrusively, in not so many words, told you so. Darling.)

Next post, I promise to show some knitting. Unless I end up spinning. If I don't end up completely flattened by a weekend with my beloved child, I might manage both. Baaaa.

July 15, 2005 11:32 PM  | Permalink  | Comments (25)  | Print