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Flee the plague house!
Over the weekend the Norovirus which has been going around finally caught up with me. Saturday I woke up feeling kind of icky and by 830 pm I asked the Hubs to drive me over to the ER for some IV fluids and some anti-nausea drugs. It was a most unpleasant day, I must say. But now I’m almost back to my normal self, with just a little lingering tiredness. So, yay!
Yesterday I was feeling well enough to work on my shawl and can say now that I am officially into the twee triangles. It took me the entire episode of this week’s Game of Thrones to knit the first two rows. It gets faster and easier once the pattern is established, as I recall, but GAWD I remember why it was such a struggle to get through it the first time.
And so that’s an update I guess! How was your weekend? Hopefully better than mine was. Have you managed to avoid this current Norovirus outbreak or have you been unlucky as well? How is your knitting coming along?
GAH
Bad knitting mojo stinks. I’ve cast on, almost finished, and frogged the same hat five times, and then, for a change of pace, I knit almost the entire outer sole of a felted clog on the wrong size needle. Actually, it was the very needle I was trying to make the hat with. BLAAAAARGH.
How is your holiday knitting going?
It’s Pi Day! It’s Pi Day! Gotta Get Down On Pi Daaaaaay!
(If you aren’t in on the reference in the title, here it is. But I highly recommend you avoid clicking on that link. It’s the worse song in the world and it will get stuck in your head forever and you will hate me. I mean it. Don’t do it. Just don’t.)
(curried chicken pot pie and cherry pie)
Happy Pi Day everyone! (That’s not a terrible song, you can click on that link. Really, it’s okay. I promise.)
Tacet
As I type this I am sitting tacet at orchestra rehearsal, knitting and listening to the conductor rehearse everyone else in the Peer Gynt Suites (and trying to stay out of trouble; bored trombonists are often unintentionally disruptive to orchestra rehearsals). If I had a TARDIS I would go back in time and find out what exactly Grieg’s problem with trombones is. ALL THE OTHER BRASS sections actually play in this! I mean, what the hell Greig?!?!? Did some lady trombone player break your heart or something? Did a banker trombonist lose all your money in the stock market? Did a cattle rustling trombonist steal your cow? What is your problem with trombone players? Why single them out as the ONLY SECTION that doesn’t play? BLAAAAAARG!!! I’m coming for you Grieg. I’m going to to travel back in time and lose all your money in the stock market and then I’m going to steal your cow. RIGHT AFTER I BREAK YOUT HEART you trombone hating jerk wad. That’s right. I said it. Grieg is a jerk wad.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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A special January Treat
Perfect, delicious, Peruvian strawberries. Thank you Trader Joe!
Knitting Interrupted 