As my camera took a snowboarding trip to Panorama, BC last week, I had no pictures to distract from what would have been, shall we say, rather dull quiet posts. So, the camera is back (and so is Andy, having taken the whole 5-day trip without benefit of his wallet. He called me just as they were boarding the bus to come home to say that he’d lost his wallet on the way to the mountains, and I fussed all night about where he could have lost it, all the ID he’d have to replace, what did he eat all week on the $40 he happened to have in his pocket (doesn’t go far at a ski resort), yadda yadda. He walked in the door at 5:00am, said “I found my wallet (it was stuck between his seat and the wall of the bus) five minutes after I called you. Didn’t you get my text?” Now, I have been telling Mike how texting is the way these kids communicate, and we shouldn’t be so quick to pooh-pooh it, but do you think I could text if my life depended on it? I have just figured out how to answer my cell phone (not that anyone ever calls me on it, because I can never remember the number to give to people), so I don’t know why Andy thought a text message would be a good way to allay my anxiety over his lost wallet.) so I can start to take some pictures of stuff. That is tomorrow morning’s job, but there’s been a little activity here in the land of the zebra-print knitting chair. A little knitting, a little stash enhancement, a little library add-on. Stay tuned.
I have been having a little difficulty posting comments on a few of my favourite blogs. So, on the off chance that a few of you have tuned in:
Marjorie: I mostly vascillate between easy repetitive knitting (“airport knitting”) and something a little more challenging. I have to say that after many years of knitting, I am comfortable with my skill level and can usually produce what I want without too much of a stretch. That being said, the airport knitting allows me to think Deep Thoughts about the universe and my place in it. I am blissfully unconcerned with learning all there is to know about knitting. I generally run away in the face of a challenge.
Ruth: Your photos almost make me feel guilty about heading south to take a break from the snow. Almost. About the socks: You would certainly be able to find your daughter head down in a snowbank (although I’m not sure why she’d be head down in a snowbank with only socks on her feet.). Those socks are great!
It seems to be Typepad blogs I can’t comment on- I’m not sure why. (Hopefully it’s not anything I’ve said in the past…) Blogger and WordPress are fine. Any ideas?
I must include this link, which I found at Chappy’s Mom. Regardless of your stand on North American military involvement in the middle east, this should be required reading. Please, please, if you haven’t already read this post, read it now.
We’re having 12 for dinner on Friday, so I must go and create a shopping list. Andy said he’d help in the kitchen if he can use his cleaver. I don’t know if that should concern me or not. I choose…not.
Under Sask Skies 
Sorry you couldn’t comment. I’ll send Typepad a note. I’m thinking that some easy knitting should be part of my 2008 repertoire, even if I have to depart from my natural desire for a challenge.
My son does that sort of thing too. He thinks it is so amusing when I get worried about something he has or hasn’t done.
It was a sad, but beautifully-eloquent entry, wasn’t it?
My daughter? Head down in a snowbank without boots on happens all the time (or at least threatens to.) When you leap into snow up to your waist (or higher), the boots quite often stay behind as you crawl out!
No need for guilt on the snow thing – I’ve lived in Saskatchewan! The difference with the snow out here is that it twirls gently to the ground like little butterflies, rather than trying to abrade the flesh from your bones by hurling pellets at you at 50 km/h.
So what exactly happens when you try to comment? (I swear, I haven’t blacklisted you….)
Enjoyed the link, Judy. I’ll be following your blog while we’re away.
Do you and Mike like Beatles music? I meant to mention this yesterday, but either the cat got my tongue, or I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, whatever: there’s a movie at Rainbow called Across the Universe, and it’s a musical with all Beatles music. A little on the long side, but a real trip down musical memory lane.
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