Monthly Archives: November 2008

Being Thankful

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I meant to post this sooner, but the cold knocked me on my butt hardcore.

Finances are tough all around, which means that as more people need the help of their local food banks, people donate less. If you are able, please consider donating to a local food bank — if you’re in the US, you can check the Feeding America website for a list of local banks that will be grateful for anything you are able to give.  

Okay, public service announcement over, onto knitting.  I cast on and finished my Gretel hat.  It is quite nice and warm, which will be great for an upcoming trip to Canada.  Now I need to figure out how to block it since it has a tam shape.  The question is whether to block it with a plate in it or not.  

On the sad knitter front, I was forced to go out and buy a couple of sweaters to make up for the great lack of sweaters in my wardrobe and the coming of the voyage into the cold.  Can someone please explain to me why I go to the store and all the women’s sweaters are mostly cotton and acrylic with a little bit of wool and the guys get the 100% merino wool sweaters?  Aren’t women supposed to be the ones that are always cold?  Cotton just doesn’t do it in the warmth department for me and it has the unsightly tendency to grow in length.  It’s a  good thing I knit, cause it’s a pain in the butt to find basic, classic wool sweaters.

Ack!

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I cast on Gretel last weekend after picking up another ball of the Rowan Purelife British Breeds yarn from Purlescence Yarns.  I was just about to finish the first chart when I realized that I had missed the note 10 rows back that said that the beginning of the row moved by 6 stitches.  That would certainly explain why I thought the row after that looked a bit funny.  So, I ripped back and am now slowly making my way through the chart.

Meanwhile, I think I’m coming down with a cold.

In Flanders Field

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

— Lt.-Col. John McCrae

So proud, yet so disappointed

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I am so proud of the United States at this moment.  As I read various articles this morning, I still found myself on the verge of crying with happiness.  I am unable to truly express how I feel.  Thankfully, Cherie Priest said it much better than I ever could, but then she is a writer.  🙂

Meanwhile, I am sorely disappointed in my adopted home.  I do not understand how millions of people could go to the polls and vote discrimination into the state constitution.  I have friends and know of friends of friends whose marriages are now in jeopardy and may not even exist in a few weeks.  How can we deny the right of any 2 consenting adults to be happy in life?