One of Those Weeks…

October 19, 2017

Maybe I angered the knitting fairies…I’m not sure how, but I must have committed some grave error there. Today, I forgot all my knitting, so my extra time at school was spent setting up social events (mostly for end of semester) and reading poetry..mostly good poetry today. I also had a kind of fun assignment in which I was to pick out five events that were poetic beauty. You guys know what I picked…I’ll share them:-).

  1. That one red tree in the midst of the still green trees, like only one person got the memo that it was fall and you were to wear your fall colors.
  2. Juxtaposition on gold leaves against a brick building, in which we are reminded it’s fall and there is time to reflect before winter sets in, stark and unforgiving.
  3. A hot bath, a good book, and your favorite beverage…if this needs to be explained, try it.
  4. Hand knit socks-like 10,000 little hugs for your feet.
  5. Listening to Elizabeth Bishop discussing her friendship with Marianne Moore, specifically a trip to the circus, in Efforts of Affection while I was sewing. Check it out…you’ll want to hear the whole thing, but if you are truly pressed for time, skip to the Circus part, at 9:00 in. I really recommend the entire video.

Okay, guys, here’s the part that could cost me…I told my Oral Interpretation of Literature Instructor to trust me and assigned him this homework…I know that could work against me, but he seems to have a sense of humor. The poetry instructor would have simply said “snaps” or “Bravo!”

Ready to knit the toes…(I’m actually almost done with the toes…)

Since I forgot both knitting bags today, I was knitting-less-GASP! The horror! Good thing I asked for a book of Elizabeth Bishop’s poems so I had something to read between classes, that was somewhat class related. I had text books too…but who wants to read those between classes. Somedays I have to. I also used the time to plan out a survey for my psych class. But it was fascinating to read more of Elizabeth Bishop’s poetry.

However, I think reading poetry may have been my (glad to do it) penance for angering the sock fairies. I cannot find my Terpander socks that I finished up only a month ago. It was too warm to wear them when I finished them. So I set them aside until it was cool enough to wear them. Problem is: I cannot remember where that aside is, or the knitting fairies thought they were a gift. I’m going to have to find these, but they are currently behaving in a quite elusive manner.

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Has anyone seen these socks? Can’t recall where I stored them!

In the meantime, I have about seven more rows on this sock…then i get to do another cast-on. If anyone has seen my lovely socks, please let me know;-). I miss them.

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Maeve’s idea of how much poetry I get to read…

Update on Maeve: she’s hanging in there. I just hope she’s comfortable, but she’s never suggested otherwise, and if she’s in enough discomfort, she lets me know. In the meantime, I’m keeping her snuggled and comfortable, and hoping she doesn’t demand my socks.

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