I just re-read yesterday’s post. I’m Luke’s favorite lay-dee. Does anyone besides me hear Andre the Giant saying, “Hello, lay-dee,” whenever you read/hear that?
I’m done with the body of Cromarty! (I’m tired; I just typed a question mark after that instead of the exclamation mark it deserved. And then that had the power to make me doubt myself. Did I? Finish the body? Yes, yes, I did.) So I’ll start seaming tonight, and then I have to do the cabled neckbands and attach ’em and she’ll be done. You know when you’re reading that *really* good book and it’s about to end and you feel the end-of-book-remorse? I’m starting to feel that. Alice Starmore, she might sing her siren song again…. Or Dale. I could use a Dale. I can’t *afford* a Dale, but I could use one. Humm. Color. I might be in the mood for COLOR next. Something in Svale. But cables, they’re what I love. Oh, the options. And I’m convinced I want to do a lo-tech sweat in Lion Brand Homespun, taking my cue from our beloved Ryan. Serve me up some Crapyarn. I’m ready. No lie, I added up the expense of the yarn in Cromarty and the labor involved, and it was well over three grand, and that was a while ago. I need a nice seventeen dollar sweater, stat.
That is all. I’m going to see the Old 97’s tomorrow night at the Fillmore with my gal. We have a Date, o joy. And then I’ll run ten measly miles on Sunday and then pack a whole hell of a lot. I’ve got to get on it. Still nothing heard about the loan. Zenning it now. All good.
Happy weekend to you! (Didn’t I *just* say that? Time flies.) (Sometimes cliches make me very happy, something to do with a phrase’s kitsch value.)
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