A sure sign of Autumn is when the knitting needles are in action once again. I discovered - to my horror - that I only had three pair of wool socks! Lucky for me (snort) I also discovered that I have an entire bin of sock yarn! What a surprise! Not. Being my usual impatient self, I didn't bother to do a crash refresher course on knitting socks on two circular needles. Oh, no. I just pulled out those four tiny little filaments and charged ahead. I truly do think that knitting socks is a form of Zen. You just have to make it past the beginning - the unnatural posture your hands and fingers have to maintain in order to get those tiny little sticks all going in the same direction. Bad words were spoken. Often and loudly.
I am back into my comfortable routine of early morning knitting. I am even doing some before-bedtime knitting, although it is most likely the time where stitches are dropped. This makes for more bad words in the morning. My crew is becoming used to the routine, bad words and all.
|This is what happens when I put down|
my knitting for a second.
I am guaranteed a lapful whenever I sit down. And, if I put my knitting down for a nanosecond, Kramer moves in with lightning speed. I have learned to knit over him and he doesn't seem to mind the occasional poke. That is The Pepperoni snugged up next to me, under his blanket.
|Slimbo feels the Zen...|
|Slimbo is IN the Zen.|