Stop saying knitting is something only old ladies do.
I learned to knit when I was a kid. I knit scarves for my friends when I was in high school.
I knit when I became a stay-at-home-mom.
I’ve knit off and on my whole life. I didn’t consider myself “old” then and I certainly don’t consider myself “old” now.
Kids knit. Teenagers knit. Women of all ages knit. Men of all ages knit.
Knitting is not something only old ladies do.
So just stop it.
Happy Groundhog Day! No matter what the groundhog sees or doesn’t see, we’re still having six more weeks of winter.
It’s foggy outside. Very foggy. I don’t know why some people drive 65 mph when they can’t see one car length in front of them. About seven years ago there was a 100+ car pile-up close to where I now work because people drove 65 miles an hour in the fog when they couldn’t see one car length in front of them.
No knitting happened yesterday. I did go to work late once the temperature rose above freezing and I could drive down the driveway and hill to the main road. Sliding a half mile downhill in my car is not my idea of fun.
I am 3/4 of the way done with the special project that I wanted to have finished on Monday. And I still have the left side and sleeve to seam on the papaya cardi.
Am I afraid to finish these? I don’t know. My brain is foggy.
Last night Mr. Aitch and I had a lovely candlelight dinner complete with wine.
Candlelight and wine
We got about 12 inches of snow yesterday. I left work early and managed to make the 18 mile trek in Mr. Aitch’s 4-wheel drive truck in about an hour. The trip usually takes about 20-25 minutes. Cars and trucks were scattered all over the roads. The I-68 was shut down.
I was just getting ready to turn off the stove and put dinner on the table when we saw a flash of light coming from outside and the lights flickered. As we looked out the window, we saw a bluish-green light in the valley. Then an explosion. The transformer blew and the power went out.
It wasn’t total darkness as there was still enough daylight left to get out the flashlights and find some unscented candles for the table. I turned off the burners on the stove. Mr. Aitch poured the wine and we sat down to enjoy a candlelight dinner.
I needed to cast on (again) for my special knitting project but there was not enough light for me to see what I was doing. I can knit in the dark but I really do need to see the stitches when I cast on and knit in the round at least for the first couple of rounds.
So we worked on a crossword puzzle.
The power was restored about two hours later but we still don’t have phone, cable or internet service.
I don’t like change.
I got a new computer at work yesterday and I don’t like. It has the newest operating system and it’s different from what I had before.
My old email program isn’t compatible with this new OS so I have to get used to another one.
The IT man misspelled my name on the server.
And to top it all off, I was introduced to someone last evening and the new acquaintance shortened my name to one syllable.
Pat.
My name is Patricia and I go by “Patti”. With an “i”. And I’ve always spelled with an “i”.
When I was in first grade, I remember the student teacher helping me print my name. She said it was misspelled and sent a note home with me to my mother. My mother wrote back and told the student teacher that my name was spelled correctly. With an “i”.
Don’t change my name.
Knitting In Flashes 