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This site is a member of WebRing. To browse visit here. Saturday, June 09, 2007 World Wide Knit in Public Day Yes, there is such a thing, and I sponsored the local instance of it, today. Only one other person showed up, but she brought her spinning wheel, and we sat there for an hour and a half spinning and knitting. I had brought my wheel also, but somehow managed to go off without the fiber I had planned to spin, so she spun and I knitted, getting the leg to Kay's second sock almost finished. We gathered much attention, and one woman asked if either of us was willing to teach her to knit. What she actually said was, "Do you give lessons?" I'm not certain whether she thought we were representing a yarn shop or what, but I suggested that she simply turn up next Saturday at about the same time, along with her brand new knitting kit that she couldn't figure out what to do with, and one of us would probably be there to help her.Then I came home to find Clarence still being sick all over everywhere. He was sick all over my car for two days in northern Virginia, which was interesting, because I had packed only one extra set of clothing for him. He ended up coming home in Depends with a couple of large disposable plastic pads covering up the rest of him. But this morning he felt much better, and ate a piece of toast for breakfast with no immediate adverse results. When I came back in, I knew from the odor, before I ever got back to his room, that it was going to be sheet-changing and floor-cleaning time again. So, no birthday dinner for him. He is 66 today, but his dinner-and-a-movie birthday gift will have to wait for next week. I'm not taking a chance on it tomorrow.Now all I have to do is get the stench out of the car.ADDENDUM: I forgot to mention something odd that happened this morning. The woman who was spinning remarked that it was strange that the person who put up the flyers for WWKIP wasn't there."I'm the one who put up the flyers," I said, surprised that she had thought it was someone else. She and I have turned up at the coffee shop at the same time with knitting and/or crochet on several other occasions, and I remembered telling her about WWKIP."Oh," she said, looking rather taken aback. "But there was someone else, a dark-haired woman in her thirties. She was telling everyone about it, and saying we should all get together today. I thought she was the organizer."I explained that this was an international event and that the organizer was somewhere else altogether, and that was the end of the conversation. But later, another woman came up and commented that the person who had put up the flyers had told her about the event, and that if she had remembered, she would have brought her knitting and joined us.I went through the same explanation as before, and got the same response. A dark-haired woman in her thirties had been publicizing the event, and everyone assumed she had put up the flyers. Now, I'm told I look younger than I am, but no one would think I was that young, and my hair is (and always has been) light brown streaked with blonde (now rather more streaked with gray). This person was definitely not me. So whoever it was, thanks for telling everyone about WWKIP, and next year, bring your knitting and join us! posted by Liz @ 5:00 PM | The template is set to display 10 posts. To see all the posts for this month, click on the month name in the Archive section RSS Feed PERSONAL Send email toliz at life-as-a-spectator-sport.com Home I'm a mother, grandmother, a computer professional, Democrat, Christian. I welcome politely worded comments and email, my spam filter throws the rest away, so don't bother to flame me WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT' "If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart. 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Yes, there is such a thing, and I sponsored the local instance of it, today. Only one other person showed up, but she brought her spinning wheel, and we sat there for an hour and a half spinning and knitting. I had brought my wheel also, but somehow managed to go off without the fiber I had planned to spin, so she spun and I knitted, getting the leg to Kay's second sock almost finished. We gathered much attention, and one woman asked if either of us was willing to teach her to knit. What she actually said was, "Do you give lessons?" I'm not certain whether she thought we were representing a yarn shop or what, but I suggested that she simply turn up next Saturday at about the same time, along with her brand new knitting kit that she couldn't figure out what to do with, and one of us would probably be there to help her.Then I came home to find Clarence still being sick all over everywhere. He was sick all over my car for two days in northern Virginia, which was interesting, because I had packed only one extra set of clothing for him. He ended up coming home in Depends with a couple of large disposable plastic pads covering up the rest of him. But this morning he felt much better, and ate a piece of toast for breakfast with no immediate adverse results. When I came back in, I knew from the odor, before I ever got back to his room, that it was going to be sheet-changing and floor-cleaning time again. So, no birthday dinner for him. He is 66 today, but his dinner-and-a-movie birthday gift will have to wait for next week. I'm not taking a chance on it tomorrow.Now all I have to do is get the stench out of the car.ADDENDUM: I forgot to mention something odd that happened this morning. The woman who was spinning remarked that it was strange that the person who put up the flyers for WWKIP wasn't there."I'm the one who put up the flyers," I said, surprised that she had thought it was someone else. She and I have turned up at the coffee shop at the same time with knitting and/or crochet on several other occasions, and I remembered telling her about WWKIP."Oh," she said, looking rather taken aback. "But there was someone else, a dark-haired woman in her thirties. She was telling everyone about it, and saying we should all get together today. I thought she was the organizer."I explained that this was an international event and that the organizer was somewhere else altogether, and that was the end of the conversation. But later, another woman came up and commented that the person who had put up the flyers had told her about the event, and that if she had remembered, she would have brought her knitting and joined us.I went through the same explanation as before, and got the same response. A dark-haired woman in her thirties had been publicizing the event, and everyone assumed she had put up the flyers. Now, I'm told I look younger than I am, but no one would think I was that young, and my hair is (and always has been) light brown streaked with blonde (now rather more streaked with gray). This person was definitely not me. So whoever it was, thanks for telling everyone about WWKIP, and next year, bring your knitting and join us!
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WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT'
"If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart.
THE NON-ELECTRIC HOME
Cleaning, 1 Cleaning, 2 Cleaning, 3
KNITTING BLOGS
Extravayarnza Knitting Heretic Mind of Winter Pie Knits Persistent Illusion See Eunny Knit The Keyboard Biologist Taleweaver's Ramblings TECHnitting Wendy Knits
FINISHED PROJECTS
SELF-RELIANCE AND THE FUTURE
POLITICAL BLOGS and SITES
BOOKS I'M READING
How to Grow More Vegetables, etc. Small Scale Grain Raising
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February 2009 January 2009 December 2008 November 2008 October 2008 August 2008 July 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 September 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 September 2003 August 2003 July 2003 June 2003 May 2003 April 2003 March 2003 February 2003 January 2003 December 2002 November 2002 October 2002 September 2002 August 2002 July 2002 June 2002 May 2002 April 2002 March 2002 February 2002
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