I had a pretty good chuckle the other day. During a court appearance by the anarchist-leaning protesters, who'd been arrested in assorted raids days before, one of the attorneys, rightly citing his clients' First Amendment privileges, requested that everything that had been confiscated be returned to them. The judge asked: To whom should we return the urine?
Just curious. Which of these items below -- the list is from the Pioneer Press website -- are used to facilitate genuine discussion of disputed issues in a peaceful, respectful manner:
Wrist rockets (high-powered slingshots)
A machete, hatchet and several throwing knives
a gas mask and filter
Empty glass bottles
Homemade caltrops (devises used to disable buses in roads)
Empty plastic buckets cut and made into shields
Material for protective padding
An Army helmet
That's what I thought.
None of that has anything to do with knitting. But this does:
Pay no attention to the goofy-looking model. She was pleased that the clasps worked out (Thanks to Sheepy Yarn Shoppe for special-ordering them):
and she was even more pleased to be finished with the sweater in time to take it to Nebraska for this year's trail ride at Fort Robinson.
All the knitting is finished on the green seed-stitch sweater, but the romance is over. I suspect it's going to be too small -- it couldn't possibly be my fault -- and I have to redo the little extensions that finish the neck. They're too long -- it couldn't possibly be my fault -- and are starting to ripple. THAT sweater will NOT be going to Fort Robinson.
What will be coming along with me in the wee hours of Wednesday morning is some mindless knitting: a scarf -- using the 'My So-Called Scarf' pattern from Ravelry and a second project, the yarn to make a felted pillow. I'll be casting on 100 stitches and knitting stockinette until my ears bleed. I'll felt it when I get home, of course. Then the rectangle gets cut to fit around a pillow form and sewn together with a blanket stitch.
Twenty-four hours until we leave for one of my favorite places, where I will get to do one of my favorite things: ride, ride and ride. But first, we have to load, load, load the trailer and then drive, drive, drive for 13 hours. Is it worth it? Absolutely.
See you next week.