I’ve made no progress on my sweater this past week and I have lots of excuses: the weather’s been too nice, I’ve been working on the garden, checking out the bayou,etc. Also, I took time to fall off my bike. This was some kind of payback for getting so much pleasure out of FC’s post on "Stupid things I’ve done" and for telling Abby she runs like a platypus. We were tooling along at a good clip and the wind snagged my silly sun hat, which I wear religiously, and without even thinking I reached up with BOTH hands to catch it and simultaneously slammed on the brakes. For one brief second in time I was getting high marks for Xtreme Games but then I took the handlebar in the, ah, chest and slammed onto the road with both knees. And they were not the best looking knees in town before this happened. So, I’m sorry for everybody I laughed at and made fun of this week. The Snarl, Lawwrry, Rich. YOU, if I offended you. Everyone except the Manatee Shrieker.
Another thing I was trying to spend a little time on this week was connecting with friends, by more than just e-mail. Since I hate talking on the phone this is not always real easy and I felt a bit hurt when I made the effort and called Patti to chat and her husband told me she was "busy." When I found out busy with what, I figured it was okay and I would hear from her once she got things
cleared out up away taken care of. She was busy drinking a gallon of Go-Lightly. Do you think there has ever, EVER, been a worse, less accurate misnomer? EVER??
Anyway, the world is always funnier after you’ve gotten the thumbs up on your completed colonoscopy so today Patti sent me a very funny link to a blog. The blog is called "What Not to Knit"– brace yourselves. Within the blog there is another link to an eBay Power Seller, who handknits all sorts of, um, peculiar items. Like mohair "willy warmers" (go look!) Moi? I thought these shorts might come in handy, now that I’m spending some serious time in Florida. The color and fit will go nicely with my white thighs and puffy rainbow knees…
I’m not doing any knitting this weekend, though. The truck with our remaining worldly goods, from Wit’s End and the house in Ann Arbor, shows up tomorrow morning at 10. In the final days and hours of that move the catch phrase for everything that wasn’t going to fit in Chicago became, "Just send it to Florida." It’s been five months and I no longer even remember what’s on that truck. All I know is I don’t want any of it. Rich has been waiting for his motorcycle so that’s one thing. Otherwise, since I can’t remember what it is and I haven’t missed it and I have all I need to live simply and comfortably here and in Chicago, I just don’t want it. I wonder what it would take to get the movers to drop off the bike and just leave?
(I just noticed that if two more people are bored enough to visit tonight I will have had 90,000 visitors in the 22 months I’ve been keeping this journal. Are you guys
whacked wonderful or what? I think I’ll knit a pair of those shorts for my 90,000th visitor…)