Exile

I hate blogging so infrequently; I feel like Inigo Montoya: "Let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up." Instead of being succinct and clever I end up rushing through trying to fit it all in. Well folks, it ain't gonna get much better, cuz I got a new job out of town. It's a great opportunity, but I will only be home on the weekends, so until I break down and get myself a laptop, the blogging will have to wait until I'm home.

Not that I've got much to blog about. I've been very careful trying to heal up the ligament I pulled working on the DUCK project, so there has been no knitting for nearly a week. I'm having a hell of a time trying to figure out how to be "normal". It's just not me...

Oh, the Husboy and I went to the LA County Fair:

A really huge bull, sock added for scale.

(You didn't honestly think that I'd leave my sock at home just because I'm broken?)

This is where wool comes from!

We made a point of perusing the knitting competition entries. The Husboy has insisted that I enter next year, but I don't know. I'm awfully attached to my amateur status...