Really, after the kerffuflle with the International Olymp1c Committee (don’t want to denigrate the word, here) I’d considered not watching the bloody things at all. But the boys wanted to and we were bound for the beach which means lazy evenings so… yeah. I cast on. I’m knitting a marvelous little shrug (Layering Shrug by Juju Vail) with Team Sasquatch. Mine seems to be all fococked with gauge, but the pattern is pretty...

I’ve had a bit of a scare. A big bit of a scare. You may have heard of our little kerfuffle out here in Northern Virginia (or actually, the entire Eastern Seaboard). We had a wee bit of a storm, it only lasted maybe forty minutes. However, the initial hit was like unto a large Mac truck cruising through our complex. It is a testimony to something or someone or Providence or [insert preferred source for thanks here] that we didn’t...

My goodness, but I’d forgotten how immense Rhinebeck is! I think I’m glad that I was working the Cooperative Press booth most of the time. Phew! Well, let’s see, I have to think back, now. Friday, October 14th, I started early by missing my tram so the Husband had to drive me to the train station. I wasn’t really all that upset about it, and I got on a train just fine with my big bag and everything—even with the...

There is something particularly special about the smell of New York when the weather is warm. The garbage left out on the street leaves a patina that some try to wash away with a hose but to little effect. Instead the smell is diminished and altered slightly, but enough lingers to lodge in your sense memory. Or at least it did in mine. Add to that the smell of fresh fruit in the corner market bins and the general smells of morning (and fish if...

Settling in over here on the Mid-Atlantic Seaboard (or thereabouts) hasn’t been as much of a shock as you might think. And why has it been so easy? Because of knitters. Knitters, fiberfolk, friends of yore, and book-stuff. I’ve already visited (and fallen in love with) two of my local yarn stores (Uniquities nearby in Vienna, and Fiber Space via Metro in Old Town Alexandria), I’ve seen good friends who I left behind in NYC...

Well, we landed in Virginia a week ago and it’s been non-stop kids and getting used to living in a state with laws. Seriously. Here I need a passport and my actual social security card to get a driver’s license. In Arizona I think you just have to be able to pronounce your name. And you also should be breathing. Mostly. Right now, however, it’s nearly 3am and I’m covered in mosquito bites. Yes, I’ve been putting...