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Getting started...again

It has been some time since my last posting, and lots has happened.

 

Have a new daughter-in-law, have a new job, and have a puppy.

 

Sarah, McDermott, and Noli are all doing fine.

 

I will also add that have been going on many projects since last posting, many actually finished.

 

Knitted fingerless gloves for all the girls in the family, and for Toby. Finished scarves for coworkers at trial with me - all in red for Nebraska.

 

Working on a shawl for my boss now. I will try to post a picture of this work.

 

Well, now that I have started again, will try to keep more up to date.

 

 

Going too good

I must remind myself that there can only be so much of a good thing.

I was able to do some major gift knitting last weekend. We are talking one wash cloth for my future daughter-in-law, one face cloth for my current (and favorite) daughter-in-law, two wash cloths for my granddaughters, a coaster for my sister-in-law, one large face towl as a birthday gift for my little (but not littlest - age 26) boy, and one vest for a special cheetah baby.

The real world enters when you have to come home at the end of a weekend trip. The goodies knitted above were all done in the one weekend of visiting with family (and future family).

So then you come home.

The real world has teeth.

My wife's rather large and vicious beast (that

passes as a rat terrier) attempted to lay claim to my side of the bed.

Now, I know that given time and a chance to

loose interest, he would have left eventually.

But one has to think of what an eager animal with raptor size teeth could do to all those pillows. I had no alternative but to try to remove the offending hound from hell. The fight that ensued was for no less than pride and the bones of my thump.

We will call it a draw. He is off the bed and I still have my first digit.

But...no knitting all week!

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Princes Bella

There was a very young and beautiful princes named Bella. She was the fairest of the land and was loved by all who knew her.

It came to pass that this princes was expected to travel over the hills and through the valleys to visit the castle of her grand parents for a weekend. Now there is no limit to the love for this princes in the castle of the grand parents. In addition to them, the princes was greatly loved and welcomed by the many, many, many cats who lived in the castle.

As time moves for all beautiful princesses, princes Bella had grown to the age where she was in need of the requisite magical wand.

It happened that her grandfather, the King, was understanding of little princes and their ways, especially with the inevitable things that occure when a three year old has the benefit of her own wand. He understood that the act of casting a spell involved a grand swoop of the wrist, followed by a downward stroke. He also understood that casting spells sometimes required a little princes to tap, bonk, or wrap the cat, dog, or even little sister, who is the focus of the loving spell.

To that end, the King fashioned the best possible wand for his little princes granddaughter: