Enough of our bickering! You’re lame, I’m lame. There’s plenty of lame to go around in this world.
Meanwhile, there’s HUGE news, just huge.
I’m sitting here in the kitchen working on the talk I’m going to be giving next week here at the Monteagle Assembly.* It’s going to be a multimedia extravaganza. OK, a Power Point slide show with me talking. It’s killing me not to have a) you here or b) the Suitcase of Love, because a suitcase of handknits is so superior to anything else a person could have at a talk that I’m pretty much at loose ends as to what to do. I have unearthed some never-before-seen creepy photos of unfinished handknits. I’m feeling kind of confessional these days, so there may be some weeping involved next week.
But the huge news! So I’m slurping the daily coffee, eating what can only be described as a Frosted Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-Tart, and I’m watching the neverending bluebird documentary going on outside the kitchen window.
I’ve been dying to see the babies, and worried that they would all fly away before I saw them. I had no idea how old the babies were, because when we arrived two weeks ago, the parents were already bringing a lot of bugs and stuff to the birdhouse:
Mom. Nervous. Always makes four landings before actually taking her snack into the birdhouse.
Dad, always straight ahead with “Here’s your Happy Meal I got you a cheeseburger OK fine.”
Some of the bites look kind of great–a fat, wiggling green worm–and some are surely the frozen chicken nugget of bird cuisine: a tangle of legs and unidentifiable flurf.
Well. Just now, I saw a head. I SAW A BABY BLUEBIRD HEAD. A beak attached to a bald head, actually, open wide when the mother bluebird brought a bright green caterpillar.
So I got my camera out (I ended up getting a Canon PowerShot Elph SD700, in case anybody’s wondering how THAT gadget drama played out), and I caught this:
Three junior citizens of the bluebird nation. We gotta name them.
Tweedy Blanket Update
Two squares a day seems to be my rhythm on the tweedy mitered square blanket, which means I’m over halfway done on this 64-square item. I’ve been asked what yarns I’m using, so here’s the list, as best as I can recollect:
Rowan Yorkshire Tweed wool
Rowan Rowanspun wool
Rowan Donegal Lambswool 4-ply, doubled
Rowan Felted Tweed wool blend
Jo Sharp Something Tweed DK wool/silk blend
Kathmandu DK wool/silk blend
At this point there are about 18 shades going here. When I start to run out, we’ll see what happens. The entire blue and red section of my tweed stash hasn’t even been considered.
*Everybody in the Grundy County, Tennessee, area is cordially invited to come hang out and knit at the Assembly on Wednesday, July 5, 11 am, Warren Chapel. Just let me know if you’re coming, so I can tell the front gate . . .