It's a big day in the Y.O.

First of all, I am back on line. For some reason, I occassionally get this weird problem and can't connect to the internet. It could be that my computer is so old that I would probably do better with an abacus and a pencil. I'm getting a new one soon.

And guess what I found when I got online? Two comments! Hurray! I had visitors! And they were nice! Now I just have to figure out how to reply to comments. I'll work on that tonight. It turns out that one of the commenters and I are doing mysterystole in the same yarn and we have the same first name! How cool is that. By the way, it's the Cherry Tree Hill Possum from Flying Fingers. I love it! It is so soft and fluffy. Tiny Cat thinks it is her baby and tries to carry the ball around with her. Elise and I had quite a few laughs when I went into the shop to get some help winding my second hank. It's so fine that the first one took me FOREVER! Anyway, when I walked into the shop and said that I needed my possum wound, it somehow sounded, shall we say, off color. Anyway, I think I'm going to use "winding my possum" as a euphamism for something--I'm just not sure what yet.

The biggest thing to happen in the past few days though is, for the first time in my life, I got my car inspected in the month that it was due. Every year, I end up leaving notes on my car over the expired inspection sticker that say things like "Hey Joe, I'm in (fill in restaurant name here). Meet me inside." For some reason I believe that the police won't look under my note. So far it has worked but I don't recommend trying it.

I have made a promise to myself that I will figure out how to use the digital camera that Granny bought me this weekend and post some projects. The cute, cute, cute baby that I went to visit on Sunday got a sweater for his baby shower and it is his favorite so I promised some more. I think red with green frog buttons is the next one up. Doesn't that sound like fun!

It's an all baby weekend!

So yesterday I met the new little muffin upstairs. Then off to a party to meet an old friend's new baby girl. I've got to tell you, this was THE baby of all babies. She cooed, she giggled, she smiled, she snuggled. She was amazing. The folks who were kind enough to fill their home with a bunch of sweaty people also have a toddler who is just delicious. Red curly hair, peaches and cream cheeks--how wrong can you go?

Today it is out to Brooklyn with my cousins who are visiting from Ireland to visit my other cousins who also have a new baby. Haven't seen him yet so it should be fun. His mom and dad are both real lookers so I am expecting nothing less.

In the "Giant Step into the 21st Century" area of my life, I finally got a digital camera. Okay I didn't buy it myself--Granny bought it as a gift--but I promise I will use it and post pictures, blah, blah, blah.

Tiny cat has been particularly needy this morning. I spent a good part of the a.m. snuggled on the couch with her working on Pop's sweater. I've taken a running jump off a cliff with this one. I have no idea if it will fit him. I have no idea if I have enough yarn. I keep reminding myself that life can be about the journey and not about the destination but I have been obsessively measuring it to see how far I am getting with the first skein of yarn. And really, what's the worst thing that could happen. I run out of yarn? It doesn't fit Pop? Well--it'll fit someone!

The Day of the Raccoon Suicides

As I drove up to Katonah today to make my first visit to Katonah Yarns, I was shocked by the number of raccoons who have chosen to end it all. Can their little raccoon lives be that awful or could it be the impending spike in the mercury? Did they realize that they are wearing fur on a blazing hot day? There were boatloads of them!

So Bratty Gurl wants the Ogee Skirt from the Summer 2007 Interweave Knits. Katonah was the only place that had the tape so I cranked up the a/c and jumped on the Saw Mill. What a treat it was. Also bought some Lorna's Lace sock yarn and some yummy blue yarn (I don't remember what it is and it is still in the car) for the new baby upstairs. Shockingly, I didn't even know his mother was pregnant and I've seen her a million times in the past nine months. He is a delicious little muffin--only eight days old and tiny tiny tiny.

This week, I feel like I am leading parallel lives with some of the bloggers that I read so I decided to start my own. Like Laurie, I've decided that I deserve (not need) a clean house. Like Brooklyn Tweed, I've found that I love knitting lace in non-lace yarn.

God I hate the heat!