So apparently, I’ve gotten quite hooked on this:

It was a combination of the following influences:

• my Mom re-teaching me (about a year ago) to knit, in response to a bandage knitting project
• My friend Frisbie, who is a textile artist. She updated my skills as you can see here (though isn’t responsible for the choice of colors!), including the basketweave technique and (gasp!) TWO yarns at once!
• Reading Kate Jacobs’ book The Friday Night Knitting Club, which combined my romantic idea of myself as a knitter, with my romantic idea of myself as an independent woman in NYC.
• And finally, the influence of fellow writer, Disgruntled Cycle Commuting Town Mouse, who inadvertently set my competitive nature in motion when she not only taught herself to knit, but felted a mug cosy that even had Frisbie humming and hahing.

Colin’s comment: “Oh how nice. A Scarf. Just in time for spring.”

You can tell the knitting is working because I just laughed and stitched on.

Colin’s second comment, after I very nicely didn’t poke him with the needle: “No really it’s good. You can get a jump on your Fall line.

Sigh. No respect.

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We’ve got the fatties back in our yard, and I am responsible. Squirrels get happy around Halloween here– they love to snack on our jack-o-lanterns, 5 times their size. I encourage it, really, sort of hoping that they will end up just too slow to move, and find themselves trying to dodge the car tires, unsuccessfully.

Being the environmentalist I am, I feel a little bad about wishing my squirrel friends were dead.  I mean, I am supposed to love animals, want the whales saved, eat dolphin-friendly tuna and such, right? I guess, but there is just something about stories of untimely animal deaths that amuse me. Not like funny hahahahah, but more like “Check that out… a mangled Bambi in the school crosswalk. Huh. Wonder what the kiddies will think of that.”

We are all just a bit too serious about death, I think. Roadkill is great for reminding us about the important things in life, like death: “Hey, it can happen anytime, and in the worst way imaginable!”

One of my favorite Trigger Happy TV videos is the Squirrel Gang incident, set on Portobello Road.

We have to be careful, and take measures, such as overfeeding our squirrels with jack-o-lantern flesh, so they’ll get slow and fat, to avoid problems like these.

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