From Grove City, we drove due south for about an hour and a half, shooting straight past home down to Bridgeville. Our destination was Kid Ewe Knot – a name that must win some sort of record for pun density. KEK was tucked in a shopping center away from any main roads, so I didn’t get … More Yarn Crawl Stop 4 – Bright Open Spaces

After Ross Township, we had to drop Bethany off at a class she had in Sewickley, then we turned around and headed north. About an hour north, in fact, to the fine town of Grove City. As hoped, the nugget fell asleep on the way up. This had the advantage of giving us more time … More Yarn Crawl Stop 3 – Coffee in a College Town

From Oakmont, we headed back west and north to a weird little corner of Ross Township. I’m not going to lie, I dislike Ross Twp and avoid going there. My first childhood home was right off Ritchie Highway in Alexandria, Virginia, and this is pretty much that, but a little crappier. Still, this mecca of … More Yarn Crawl Stop 2 – A Diamond in the Rough

After an amazing adventure like CPE, or any generally amazing, long, and challenging summer like we had, reaching the finish line is cause for some celebration. Wouldn’t you know, there was a ready-made celebration waiting for me, right when CPE ended. I had worked a little extra here and there so that I would finish my … More The Steel Valley Yarn Crawl!

It’s Holy Thursday, or Maundy Thursday as Anglicans call it. “Maundy” is such a funny-sounding word, an idiosyncrasy in normally-impaccable Anglican taste. I was told by my bishop in his sermon on Wednesday that it’s an English corruption of the Latin “mandatum” or commandment. I live for little tidbits like that; don’t you? I’m not … More Maundy Facebook

  Senior work is due in a month and two days, and the ants in my pants are not taking a holiday. The sum total of what I have left for my Master of Divinity degree [What about Mistress of Divinity? Can I get that?] is one sermon, three reports (not really papers, just “I … More Tasks and Rewards

Right now, it’s snowing.   I have been trying to bring on spring by force of will, and it isn’t working. Naomi and I have been on walks nearly every day, no matter the weather. I wore Goldberry on St. Patrick’s Day, and she looked almost violently bright compared to my environs. I started peas … More By Force of Will

Sorry about that last post. I have managed to resist the SADs all winter, but if you can’t tell, being at home most of the day with frozen ankles and stiff toes has started to get to me. This week has shown incredible promise that we may have turned the corner, into the land of … More ANTS.

Okay Mom, enough with all that sentimental much. It’s my birthday, and it’s my turn! First off, I am not sure what a birthday is, but it involves lots of paper. And things wrapped in paper. And ripping paper. My little brain is so confused. Are not these things verboten, Mama? Oh well! Ripping! Then … More Nomey says…

We have a little morning ritual here at the Osborn house. Naomi wakes me up, some time after 6 and before 7:30. I make Jared get up and go change her diaper while I use the bathroom. Then I go back to bed, and when they are done, Jared brings Naomi in for her morning … More This One Goes to Eleven