Thursday, April 24, 2008
Oops! Not this really IS embarassing....
No sooner had I pushed the button to publish my last, very, very long delayed post, but I got an email response from younger bro, saying....no he meant the blog my employer publishes, not my personal blog!
Long time no write....
Well, I just had a brief email exchange with my younger brother, who says he and his son have enjoyed reading my blog. My blog? How did they know I had a blog? And for goodness sake, why would anyone other than me read my blog? I viewed it as simply another, probably vain, attempt to keep a diary, albeit a theoretically public one. But I didn't really expect anyone to read it! Much less anyone I knew!
So, I've been shamed into posting again. And indeed there is a lot I should somehow document so that when I am old and gray, or perhaps I should say older and grayer, I can read it and remember what life was like.
I'm enjoying my knitting again this spring. Once the mad rush of must-do Christmas presents were over, I got to make some things for me again. I nearly finished the asymetrical cardigan of Noro Blossom, but stopped and packed it away till next winter when I realized it was too tight across the hips. The story of my life. Maybe by next fall, another round of Weight Watchers will have melted some away?
But I did finish two small felted bags, a lovely soft ruana of Noro Kochoran, another braided cable hat (for Meg to match the one for her daughter Greta), and I'm nearly done with Nora Gaughan's cabaret raglan sweater, actually using the recommended yarn. (I made a great score on Herrschners on the Reynold's Cabaret yarn.) I'm now swatching some Takhi Shibu from my stash to see if it wants to be some version of an empire waisted summer top with lace panels in the bottom. I'm not sure--the Shibu, which is mostly silk, but raw silk, like silk noile--is rather limp.
On other fronts, I'm getting some good laughs (along with heartburn) from my son's romantic antics. Apparently, I've raised a 15 year old Don Juan. (When I mentioned this to him, he asked "Who's Don Juan?"). He has a girl in the Philly area whom he meets on weekends when he gets leave from school and another in the Leesburg, Va area that he claims to be going out with, though they've only set eyes on each other once. The rest of their relationship is entirely electronic....IM, texting, phone calls and Face book. It's interesting that the electronic age has in some ways brought back correspondence as a means of courtship.
Shockingly, he actually asked me what I thought he should do...stick with the Leesburg girl whom he won't see until summertime (and then I'm not sure how often, since Leesburg is at least 45 minutes away and neither of them are old enough to drive) or with the local girl whom he can see on weekends now. Meanwhile, I'm still conducting my own email correspondence with the young lady who was their predecessor but who seems to have the common sense to realize that she is way too young for any kind of one-on-one commitment.
Ah to be 15 and "in love" again....
So, I've been shamed into posting again. And indeed there is a lot I should somehow document so that when I am old and gray, or perhaps I should say older and grayer, I can read it and remember what life was like.
I'm enjoying my knitting again this spring. Once the mad rush of must-do Christmas presents were over, I got to make some things for me again. I nearly finished the asymetrical cardigan of Noro Blossom, but stopped and packed it away till next winter when I realized it was too tight across the hips. The story of my life. Maybe by next fall, another round of Weight Watchers will have melted some away?
But I did finish two small felted bags, a lovely soft ruana of Noro Kochoran, another braided cable hat (for Meg to match the one for her daughter Greta), and I'm nearly done with Nora Gaughan's cabaret raglan sweater, actually using the recommended yarn. (I made a great score on Herrschners on the Reynold's Cabaret yarn.) I'm now swatching some Takhi Shibu from my stash to see if it wants to be some version of an empire waisted summer top with lace panels in the bottom. I'm not sure--the Shibu, which is mostly silk, but raw silk, like silk noile--is rather limp.
On other fronts, I'm getting some good laughs (along with heartburn) from my son's romantic antics. Apparently, I've raised a 15 year old Don Juan. (When I mentioned this to him, he asked "Who's Don Juan?"). He has a girl in the Philly area whom he meets on weekends when he gets leave from school and another in the Leesburg, Va area that he claims to be going out with, though they've only set eyes on each other once. The rest of their relationship is entirely electronic....IM, texting, phone calls and Face book. It's interesting that the electronic age has in some ways brought back correspondence as a means of courtship.
Shockingly, he actually asked me what I thought he should do...stick with the Leesburg girl whom he won't see until summertime (and then I'm not sure how often, since Leesburg is at least 45 minutes away and neither of them are old enough to drive) or with the local girl whom he can see on weekends now. Meanwhile, I'm still conducting my own email correspondence with the young lady who was their predecessor but who seems to have the common sense to realize that she is way too young for any kind of one-on-one commitment.
Ah to be 15 and "in love" again....
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