Wednesday, June 6, 2007


I have been going in to work this week for extra training. I will be assisting with our Web site. Of course it will be the crappy times it is open. And it will be live. But, I'm looking forward to it.

I forgot how much time it takes to GO to work. Getting ready, driving, etc. But, I have enjoyed seeing my buddies. The training I'm having is a total waste of time. HARRIBLE.

So, there has not been much knitting or cooking. We had a huge salad tonight.

Not that anyone reads this, but a girl was abducted from a shopping center close to my home. They found her body today. I doubt that there would have been such publicity if it were a black girl from the city. It's sad that some people are are worth more than others. There is another girl that has been missing since May 4, 2007. Not a peep about that. But she wasn't from an affluent part of the area.

I called Tate to tell her to be careful. She fits the profile: young, petite, pretty in the face.

Keep your loved ones safe and close.

Monday, June 4, 2007

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

Well, I fell off the wagon. I cast on, and knit, a pair of garter fingerless mitts from Weekend Knitting. It took one day. I made them for Tate out of one ball of Debbie Bliss Cashemerino Aran in a bittersweet color. I made modifications to the pattern. (I thought the mitts would be HUGE if I followed the pattern.) I was left with about 8 yards of yarn. This was a fun knit. A great last minute project, provided you have enough yarn. I would estimate that it takes just a little over a ball for hands that are normal sized.

My Tate has wee hands. Wee hands that are mighty artist's hands.

He who works with his hands is a Laborer.
He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman.
He who works with his hand, his head, and his heart, is an artist.

--St. Francis of Assisi

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Que Sera Sera Syndrome

I can't get this song out of my head. This is what is called the Que Sera Sera Syndrome. The only way to rid yourself of a dumb song going through your head all day long day after day is to put in someone else's head. So, I thought I'd pass it on to you.

Have a good day.