I Still hab a code

yuck. The head cold that will not leave. Or maybe it just hangs around in my nose like some noxious commercial. But I will beat this thing, even if it means submerging my head in water. Or is that what started Noah building that ark?

All those animals. All that dust. All those dust motes. All those nights spent listening the neighbors enjoying their version of television....watching the local crazy family hammer, saw, sand and measure. Hmmmm, can you hear someone measure?

You can if it's me trying to make sure that next sweater actually fits a living person. But then I have to ask forgiveness for my word choices. And suggesting the family history of the tape and the yarn is less than sterling is not positive. I know that now. And I will do better. Maybe. If the yarn will just cooperate. And my fingers. And my mind. And the pattern.

But I do love knitting. Really I do. It is relaxing, honestly, it is relaxing. Really. When it all works and I don't have to learn character strengthening exercises. And the sweater fits. You know, I could just do a shawl. Hmmmmm.

This is all over the board but the time frame that really intrigues me is the time after the Garden of Eden, then after the Flood and before Abraham. Lots of people stuff in there. And only a bit of suggestion about what is happening.

Like who came up with knitting? There is an old art called nail binding. Sort of like knitting but messier. Could it be spelled any differently? And who figured out spinning? That is a skill that takes a l--o--t of time. The dashes are deliberate. Believe me, I did try that skill. Would rather buy my yarn ready made. Did Mrs. Noah and the girls spend a lot of time spinning? I sort of think they had to, what with all the hairy animals shedding all over the boat. And you have to include the guys in there.

Men do shed. Just check your shower drain.

Now that my fingers are warmed up, I will work on this cute sweater for my granddaughter. Now if I just work out the details on that hood. Hmmmm. Talk later.