So on Wednesday night, sitting at my computer, agonizing on behalf of Emily, wanting to be there with them… even though I said I wouldn’t, I broke down and started a baby hat. I found a nice ribbed hat pattern that would fit any newborn’s head snugly and last for a wee bit, uncovered a ball … More It’s my fault
You were born today, on an overcast and rainy morning. Not in a depressed way, though – the kind of morning that brings a respite from the humid misery of mid-summer. In more ways than one, your arrival brought relief from a season that, while favored, gets oppressive after a while! Your mum’s water broke … More Dear Peter,
Right now, at this very moment, Emily & Justin & parents are at the “Special Beginnings” birthing center, while Emily has increasingly frequent contractions. And I am not there. I am here, and I am frantic. Here are some utterly unrelated pictures of peach-picking to take the edge off. I want to be there. I … More In which I write in a frantic manner while my sis-in-law pushes out a baby
When, after a period of success that has perhaps led to pride… we are reduced to our proper place by a rather impressive error. Stairway to Heaven is back, after a long hiatus. I’m working on the collar, in a big heap, but while on the go, I packed up materials for a sleeve. I … More We all have these moments
“If you steal from one person, it’s plaguerism. If you steal from many people, it’s research.” I would like to add to this English class adage: “and if you steal the same thing from many people, it’s probably a meme.” Thus I give you the recent journey of Rebecca’s traveling sock. First stop: Opal was chosen … More Stealing Gimmicks
If you know me, you know I am not terribly good at keeping secrets. I might intend not to tell you something, but usually it takes about 5 minutes for me to break down and spill my guts. If it’s something very important I can usually keep my trap shut, but sometimes I just leak … More Raglan Rescue Operation
Okay okay I’m finally going to tell you about London. I’m sure all of you have been sitting at your computers for three days, gnawing on your fingernails because you’d ran out of twizzlers, cursing me because I was taking so long and all you wanted in the whole wide world was to hear about … More Leg 8: Let Loose in London
The early morning brought us to the Entebbe airport, where even 4 hours of sleep was not enough to keep my mind from boggling at what I saw in the duty-free shop: I know you can’t read those labels, so here’s an excerpt: “Smoking Kills,” “Smokers Die Younger,” “Smoking causes lung cancer,” “Smoking causes harm … More Leg 7: Hanging out with the ZAR
It’s not that often that my day starts right off with something blogworthy. This morning, after peeling myself out of bed, drinking a big enough cup of coffee to make me twitchy, inserting myself into a thoroughly bland secretary outfit, and carefully negotiating my way into my car (while in Uganda, some bird with diarrhea … More “The Rapists” for 1000.
Post-procrastination today caused by a puppy Who, possibly for the first time in his life, smelled sheep smell today, and wanted to eat it. Don’t worry, Opal was saved. (If you’re wondering why the sock looks the same size as it did last week? It’s actually smaller. I had cast on a random number of … More Day 6: On Our Way Back Home
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