Thursday, September 18, 2008

Progress on the V-Neck (Rowan 'Fennel')

Good news to report! I'm nearly finished with the back of the Rowan "Fennel" V-neck sweater I started on Sunday afternoon! That's less than a week, and I've been working all week and not getting to start knitting until around 8 pm (2000 EDT) each night. I will have part of Saturday to work on it but Sunday is pretty much a bust day as I am participating in the local MS Walk with a friend. I'm the biggest fundraiser on the team nearing $500 already. I am so hoping to exceed that... if everyone who has promised me money donates, I should make it handily!

I have also been enjoying chatting with my friend Heidi - http://betweenstitches.blogspot.com/ - on Google Talk! It's a lot of fun and it really keeps us connected as if we lived around the corner. It still would be great if I could pop over for a nice cup of tea and some crafting time! So my post isn't so boring... here's some cool socks I made last year!

Anyway, the other good news is that I have finally made it back to the gym and although I'm a little sore, it felt great and I am looking forward to my next workout!
I am looking forward to next weekend when I'll be able to do some serious crafting while I travel to upstate NY (north of Albany) to visit my cousins and Aunt & Uncle. Being a passenger is always great for me to knit and get a lot done, and also being a guest for a weekend is also great for working on knitting! I may have a LOT to report after next weekend!
Pictures to come on Saturday of the "Fennel" back...
Until next time!
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Some Writing

Sad Scene of Children Playing (originally written 10/25/93)

The filthy, trash-laden streets are the children’s playground. From the alley, an overpowering smell of rotting garbage permeates the entire block, trash and food scraps overflowing onto the ground to be picked over by mangy stray animals and desperate homeless people. Laundry is strung between the tenements, looking not a whole lot cleaner than it was to begin with.

Whipping around the corner, a group of youths – four or five of them, ages six through twelve – search for excitement. It is extremely difficult to determine the boys from the girls. Winter is upon them and they dress in layers of tattered, ragged, soiled hand-me-downs, grubby, threadbare hats on each head. Their faces, covered with the grime of the city, give a haunting look – a look of innocence betrayed, of shattered dreams, of incredible hardness. Malnourished, one of the gang clutches a prize – a piece of rock candy. He holds it high in the air while the others push and shove, pummel him, leap in the air trying desperately to claim the prize for themselves. In an instant, the candy is shaken loose and tumbles onto the pavement – splintering into a hundred pieces. Scrambling furiously, the urchins wrestle for a sliver of the heavenly confection.

The children are only partially satisfied with this, restlessness reigns supreme. A slightly built boy, the one always picked on, pounces upon a crushed tin can, kicking it down the street. Another scrawny child, perhaps a girl of seven or eight, sprints down the block after the can. The children spread out in a pattern of some sort (like a ballet), a few on the sidewalk, one covering the entrance of the alley, and two others in the street itself. From one of the grimy windows above, an exhausted woman yells out at the kids in the street below – she fears they will come to some harm but cannot express this concern adequately. A particularly bratty, sullen girl shrieks back, “Mind your own business, old hag!” Just then, from around the corner, the neighborhood policeman approaches, spying the truant children playing. The scrawny boy shouts out, and the children speed down the alleyway, scrambling up waiting fire escapes, shaking off the cop’s pursuit.

My Birthday

Your Birthdate: April 2
You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.
You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.
Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.
Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive.

Your strength: Your universal compassion

Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings

Your power color: Mauve

Your power symbol: Butterfly

Your power month: February