Here it is. Today I am half my name; I am LI. (Which also happens to be where I live, but let’s not go there. Besides, I’m there already.)
Next year…? Either my name and my age will part company, or I’ll have to change my name, or someone will have to invent a numbering system that includes the letter ‘S.’
(Or there will be some unforeseeable sort of D: None of the Above alternative that I can’t even imagine at the moment because, well, see above re unforeseeable.)
Meanwhile, there’s more to this Novemberness than fun and games and champagne cocktails and party hats (though we’ll have those too). It came to my attention recently that some clever soul, in tribute to NaNoWriMo, has dubbed this month NaKniSweMo as well. Wait a minute - I can do better than that. Google-fu, please? Oh, yes. It’s knitgrrl.
So… do I happen to know anyone with a sweater project that needs to be restarted from scratch before the momentum is entirely lost? Why, yes. I do.
I know better than to swear mighty oaths, but it seems to me that I could have worse plans than relaunching The Tsweater, and worse goals than completing it, during this month. As I know from experience with the ill-fated first attempt, knitting-wise it’s a reasonable goal in and of itself. It becomes less reasonable when compounded by all the OTHER work I have to be getting done at the same time, but… hey, so what else is new? It’s worth a try, anyway.
I will not cast on today, because of all the aforementioned OTHER work. Or wait, better than that. I will cast on today, in ritual fashion - I just won’t undertake to do much more than that until some of the OTHER work is safely out of the way.
(It’s OK. The cast-on is 6 stitches. I think I can afford to take the time.)
Speaking of said OTHER work… been kinda quiet around here, hasn’t it, since my little spate of post-Rhinebeck blogorrhea (ooh! lookit me! did I just invent a cool and useful new term or WHAT? useful for ME anyway, ahem), and of course it’s for the usual reason: multi-tasking Pattern Purdah of a cruel and unusually intensive kind. I’ll have pictures soon of the club sock I’ve been working on, though I’ve been bad bad bad with the camera and forgotten to take “before” pictures of its many and irritating froggings. Before I can focus much on any serious KniSwe work I have to get that ready to ship, along with another Lump o’ Tsuspense (already knitted and scribbled but still needs to be organized for printing) and a third player to be named later, all going out in the same package. Not to mention that I then need to leap straight into the next club instalment because we’re still playing catch-up from the Great Yarn Drought of 2008, and we have a Diabolical Plan in place to get us to the finish line in time, which Diabolical Plan involves (as usual) much burning of many midnight oils, and probably a lot of spoons.
So I bet you can guess what I’ll be doing today. I’m damn well giving myself the evening off - being taken out on the town, in fact - but by the time that happens I will damn well have earned it several times over.
Here I go - off to celebrate my birthday by working hard… and then by playing hard.
See you on the other side of the hangover.