Now there seems to be no difficulty finding gas, just paying for it.
We are assaulted daily with the fact of our extremely consumptive lifestyles, and the eventual inability of our environment to sustain them.
But today, I don't want to discuss global warming. (Hell! Right now a little global warming sounds downright desirable!)
I don't want to talk about greenhouse gases (although we did have bean soup for dinner last night, during the game. Guess that makes it a super souper supper. We did our patriotic best to replenish those gases, being good global citizens and all...)
No. I want to talk about...
the energy crisis
More specifically, MY energy crisis.
As in, I don't have any.
In fact, there is in evidence a distinct lack of energy to be found anywhere in my immediate vicinity this afternoon.
For miles and miles around.
I swear, even the birds are doing nothing. It's like the New England Patriots' loss last night so upset the balance of the universe as we know it, that it created a black hole. sucking the very life out of the planet.
A thick fog hangs in the air, but it lacks the motivation to coalesce into actual rain.
I know the feeling...
Didn't get a whole lot of knitting in this weekend. Spent Saturday afternoon with #1 Son and evening with Baby Boy. Spent Sunday cooking, cleaning and cheering on the New York Giants with some friends of ours.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. As a rabid Colts fan, I figure this means I am now intimately acquainted on a first name basis with the team that beat the "best team in history" (their words, not mine.)
I'm not sure, but we may be such good friends that I am babysitting the kids on Friday night (along with half of Indianapolis.)
What a game! It was so good, I didn't even knit.
You heard me right. I sat for four hours and did not take a single stitch. THAT'S how good the game was. For once, the Super Bowl lived up to its name. And all of us in Indianapolis congratulate Peyton's little bro on his coming of age. We wish you all the luck...
As long as you're not playing us.
This ain't Philadelphia. Brotherly love only gets you so far.
Morocco requires too much attentiveness to travel well, but I did get a little knitting and design time in on my McGregor's Garden socks.
I rounded the short row heel,
I figured out an artistic way to transition from the cabbage patch pattern to the cables up the leg,
Wth a nifty little traveling twisted stitch that also serves to close the gap that can form when you begin knitting in the round again.
I am now within one pattern repeat of capping off the first sock with its little lacy lettuce frill.
I love the way the traveling twist stitches stand out on the nubby background.
I appreciate the way the pattern pulls the leg of the sock in; that will help keep them from sagging.
And I love the little hearts that form at the turn of the ankle.
I love Peter, still hiding in the cabbage patch, only his ears showing, giving away his secret location to those who know where to look.
And I love the yarn color (Rosemary & Thyme), with its subtle variations of green and the softest pink imaginable (think bunny noses)
I tell ya', there's a whole lotta' lovin' goin' round...
Here it is on an actual
Time to write up the pattern and get Kim going on her test knit, Kits will be available from Woolen Rabbit soon.
That way, we can sport our ever-lovin', bunny-lovin' socks for Easter this year.
Why should bonnets have all the fun?
My goal for the day: reaching the center panel on Moroccan Days.
I'm off to the kitchen for another cuppa. Hopefully that will fuel a quick comeback.
If it doesn't?
Well, I can always go stand in line at the pump. Two words...