A multi-talented family

Mom got a new camera and photos were winging their way across the ether in no time. This is Doug, proving that he's still got It as he approaches middle age. Doesn't he look relaxed?

I've had unicycles on the brain lately. I've got a copy of One Wheel Many Spokes on my nightstand -- along with Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Knitting for Anarchists by Anna Zilboorg, Treasure Forest by Cat Bordhi, Knitting Rules by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, Amazing Grace by Kathleen Norris (which I read a bit of every day), and now The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. I wrote Lene that after her review of The Historian (compelling horror for chickens) I could hardly wait for it to show up at the used book store. Today it did! Not only that, but I also found Knitting on the Road by Nancy Bush (among other things -- backpacking books for Vince, and Son of A Witch for Cass). I didn't even check prices. Since I'd taken in 5 boxes of books to trade & gotten $92 credit, I decided to live it up.

With all this reading I'm not sticking to, I've not gotten far on the socks I'm not knitting. I have an excuse. (Who knows if it's a good one?) I'm stalled because not only am I slogging through 2 skeins of practically unrelieved gray (OK I admit to red heels & toes) but after I'd finished both feet and started upward on the ribbed cuffs, I was informed these were to be KNEE HIGH -- 14 inches more (28 if you count both socks) of boring 2 x 2 rib that now required increases. About 1/3 of the way up I started dreaming of an elaborate, boredom-busting twisty Bavarian clock pattern to go up the back. I'm trying to decide if I should frog back & rethink the whole cuff. I'd be happier in the long run but I really want these over.

Check out what Mom's been spending her time on:


It's a mural on the wall down at the fire station (part of a series). Told ya we were a multi-talented family.