Massive Bloggy Catch-Up Time Begins NOW
June 5, 2008
I am so loaded up with bloggy tidbits that I may exPUHLODE. I’m going to try to catch up, but it may take all summer.
Close Encounter of the First Kind
When last we blogged, I was on the loose in Salem, Mass., with a thumb-smushed boy, the possibility of a schooner ride, and the likelihood that I might get to see Moth Heaven Julia.
Well, the thumb ceased to throb by nightfall, the schooner ride was scorned by all except me (STILL BITTER and I am going to set sail SOMEDAY I SWEAR). However, I did in fact get to see Moth Heaven Julia, and it was one of those eye-of-the-hurricane moments that was really, really fun. I’d never seen Julia in actual person before, but as you and I know all too well, in the world of knitters, virtual friends usually translate into actual people pretty well. There are certain things you do: Coffee. Souvenir yarn. (Mountain Colors Mountain Goat in Olive. Will complete full set of every single green yarn known to knitters by year’s end. Don’t worry.) (Found at Seed Stitch Fine Yarn, which is a three-star worth-a-detour yarn shop, y’all.) Salads in the courtyard of the Peabody-Essex Museum. You know, the rituals that define us.
Julia is up to a very cool project. More to come on that shortly.
The Knitting Situation
Speaking of hot, I’m just going to put this right out there: I have received a howl of complaint that my current knitting project is too unpleasant to read about in the month of June. Too hot. Too scratchy. I think this long-suffering reader is kind of grossed out. And she’s even the sort of person who likes wool a lot.
I can’t really disagree that this is a stupid sort of project to be working on at this time of year. Believe me, if I had something more air conditioned to show you, I’d be showing it to you. But I don’t really have any control over the situation.
To let you know just how far gone I am, I took my Alice Starmore Donegal sweater with me to Centennial Park the other day and sat in 80-degree heat, beavering away for two hours and actually pretty happy about it. I was at the park serving as a roadie to 12-year-old David’s new band, started with a drummer pal, called Metal Confetti (not to be confused with Led Zeppelin). David got street-performer fever after seeing all the musicians in Harvard Square cashing out big time.
Two hours later, Metal Confetti actually did cash out bigger time than I would have guessed: nineteen bucks, including two Metal Confetti CDs sold. I have a feeling I have more knitting time coming on the banks of Wautauga Lake. But really far away, next time. Every guitar player’s nightmare: Mom is knitting on that bench over there.
Plymouth Rock Update
In other viewer mail, there was skepticism voiced that Plymouth Rock was in the midst of a renovation.
OK, maybe Plymouth Rock itself is not being renovated, but this is the scene around the Rock right now:
Craziest mess I ever saw. Free Plymouth Rock! Somebody needs to open the cage so Plymouth Rock can run free!
On Walden Pond
One final trip tidbit: I had fierce need to see Walden Pond. As I waded through puddles to get to the Thoreau hut site, I felt like somebody was watching me.
I think Thoreau was in that tree. Pretty sure of it.