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December 20, 2004
not so much room at the inn
Haaarrrooooooo!
Its been so long!
Catastrophes major and minor, real and imagined have been keeping me from the Knit-A-Log!
What a time to be a Pippy!
What a time for Christmas to fall!
In spite of it all I have carried my needles with me, and continued with my projects, even when I thought I was going to sleep under a bridge of a cold, rainy December night!
Fights, fires (Here are words to live by, Knit-A-Log readers. For the love of god, NEVER NEVER NEVER light a candle and then forget to blow it out and leave your house {we didn't do it but our neighbors did}. Your neighbors will be mad and all your stuff will be gone. Oh, and for gods sakes get renter's insurance. It will totally save your bacon if you have neighbors who don't exercise proper candle safety.It happens more often than you might think!) and freak-out sessions have not kept me from finishing one improvised hat that looks like a raspberry, though its not a beret, 3 pairs of hand-warmers, and almost, the piece of resistance, The Floof. Its grown into its own entity, quite the Seussian something.
Look for pictures to come!
And in the middle of everything I've been seized by an overwhelming urge to make socks and bought 2 skeins of Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock yarn and double pointed size 2s. What with the holidays and semi-homelessness, and the temporary comatose state of The Little iMac That Could (not to mention the lack of an Internet Connexion of One's Own-let alone A Room of One's Own) who knows.
This morning I heard this song in the place where I was having coffee and it put me in a happy little trance. I was doing the finishing rounds of The Floof and having a cranberry scone with orange icing. Somebody other than Kermit the Frog sang it. It made me so happy. Here are the words, for your reading pleasure (or pain!).
Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side
Rainbow’s are visions
They’re only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we’ve been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they’re wrong wait and see
Someday we’ll find it
The rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it’s done so far
What’s so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What do we think we might see
Someday we’ll find it
That rainbow connection
The lovers the dreamers and me
All of us under it’s spell
We know that it’s probably magic
Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I’ve heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they’re one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
There’s something that I’m supposed to be
Someday we’ll find it
The rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
If I don't get a chance to write again before the holidays, everyone have a very merry Christmas, and a happy New Year. And remember, war is over, if you want it.
Oh yeah.
Feliz Navidad, Julian Garcia, wherever you are.
p.s. my birthday is the 30th. Hint.
Posted by at December 20, 2004 04:13 PM
Comments
Sock knitting will certainly cure what ails ya. Happy holidays!
Posted by: Cari at December 20, 2004 07:14 PM
what about Bert? People are worried
Posted by: slaveboy at December 21, 2004 02:44 AM
Marcel, also known to his friends as Bert, is just dandy, having slept, for the first time in days, in the grown-up bed, and having a belly full of kibble. He lives in the moment, so he should be fine. But he is glad to know someone asked!
Posted by: pippy at December 21, 2004 08:26 AM
pippy pippy,
Fires? What kind of inferno are we going to be visiting?
I should be there 2night around 10. Molly, Caroline and tiny unnamed fetus, much sooner.
sqrrl sqrrl
Posted by: rob loftis at December 21, 2004 08:53 AM