Can You Repeat the Question
October 12, 2007
How are you? Who are you? Why do you keep calling me and saying things like “slip won kay too tawg pee ess ess OH”? Speak English, woman!
This just came in the mail. Hallelujah! I’ve been waiting all my life for The Answers. I’ve been waiting so long I’ve forgotten some of The Questions.
It turns out that these Answers are about the pedigrees of the mini-skeins Clara Parkes has been sending us. As I predicted, the answers are:
1. Fuzzy beast
2. Beast plus tree
3. Another beast
4. Beast again
5. Plant! Linen!
6. Plant! Hemp!
7. Rare beast
8. Smelly beast
So good to know!
The best part of the test was the textbook. Not being a sheep-hugger like most of you guys, I was not prepared for the utter temptation that comes with opening Clara’s beautiful book. Lovely things to knit with all kinds of crazy-delicious yarns. People: WHEN WAS SOMEBODY GOING TO TELL ME ABOUT THE LINEN BASKET LINERS? I thought I had friends. I thought people were looking out for me. Luckily I happen to have some Euroflax on hand.
In other news, tomorrow this plate, which was a wedding present, will celebrate 16 years of sitting on my kitchen counter. (You might recall that in 1991, things were very Tuscan. You wanted people, upon entering your apartment, to leave the Upper West Side and be transported instantly to Firenze.) I have this to say about marriage: it has not been all peaches and cream (or even Peaches & Creme), but it has been just peachy. Hubby and I feel blessed that each of us is privileged to spend our days and share our lives with the nation’s most disputatious person.
Bye now. I’ve got to walk the sheep.
Yes, we’re sad about the Yankees. If the old man fires Joe Torre, he’s going to be hearing from an outraged Joseph Bergmann. We agree with the sportswriter who wrote that after all he’s done, and been, in the past 12 years, Mr. T is entitled to manage until they have to prop him up in the dugout.