Well, we got through the memorial service for Big Daddy on Friday. He was a grand person, and he was remembered in a wonderful way.
The silver lining part of it all was the horde of grownups (I’m afraid I may someday be a grownup, if all these real grownups don’t hang around longer) along with their attendant small fry who played and fussed all weekend. I revisited that weird fantasy about starting a kibbutz somewhere, or at least a fambly school, so that our farflung cousins could spend more time together.
I taught cousin Ezekiel how to knit, and he rewrote my knitting rhyme because the last line “doesn’t make any sense. Who’s Jack?” So, “In the door, around the back, out the window, off pops Jack” became “In the door, around the back, out the window, don’t look back.” He’s right. It’s better. I hate being edited by an eight year old.
My sister Buffy also entered the coven, after a trip to see her old pal/new yarn store owner at Sheila’s Yarn Barn. Buffy is working on a scarf that includes a strand of the most confounding eyelash yarn I have ever seen, but she is going to be a fantastic knitter once she stops knitting the eyelashes.
Get a load of this, please:
Fresh rhubarb jam direct from Montreal, wrapped in a mysterious photo of stackable chairs. Kelli has become a rhubarbist this summer, and this is her first concoction. It’s truly deeeelish on an English muffin and has introduced me to the delightful world of rhubarb, that “member of the buckwheat family having large leaves with thick succulent petioles often used as food.”*
She’s Just Let Herself Go
I hope everybody has settled into that perfect summer knitting project. I’m so worthless that I am finding pleasure in this item: Colinette Point 5, fer chrissakes, using size 17 Addi Turbos that look like something swiped from the Vanderbilt urology department. The colors are purty, but this yarn is so superchunky that I can imagine it only as a coat, which would cost probly four hundred bucks when a skein of this stuff is $23. Has anybody actually made anything with Colinette Point 5?
I’m heading back up to Monteagle this afternoon with sister Buffy and her chilluns, so I’ll try to drop a line to you from the wheezing old PC in the basement of the Monteagle library.
* The Rhubarb Compendium.