Yesterday was my birthday. It was a peaceful and perfectly pleasant day. Since I'm still not allowed to go back to work, my husband took me to my mother's for the day so I wouldn't have to hang out alone all day. Then we went over to a friend's house and had dinner. A lovely start to a whole new decade for me.
I have been knitting quite a bit this week but I haven't taken the time to take pictures. I'm working on hats for Kate. I think this is one of the finest projects around. I have also been working on a pattern of my own design, for a friend. I will have knitting pictures to post this weekend.
For the Love of the Bandwagon
This morning I saw that the Yarn Harlot is once again participating in the Annual Brigid in Cyberspace Poetry Reading. This is the Second Annual event, it seems. There are so many options of poem's and nearly impossible to decide. I was looking for something serious and lyrical and lovely but meaningful and beautiful. Something obscure and highbrow. Then, I thought of this poem and decided to go a different direction.
Here is an oldie but a goodie, that my father has always been particularly fond of reciting.
One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
He came and killed those two dead boys
If you don’t believe my story is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it, too.
"Dreams that do come true can be as unsettling as those that don't." Brett Butler