In the past ten days or so, I have thought of so many things I would write about when I could post again. I'm sure there were hundreds of ideas, and of course they were all brilliant. But just like Scarlett, they are gone with the wind.
Some things do however come to mind.
First of all, today was my last day at the penitentiary. I'll write a post about that soon, but the last eight months have certainly been interesting and very often entertaining (even if for the wrong reasons). Plus it's been nice to have a paycheck every two weeks. I sure hope something else shows up soon, or at least seems promising so that I have something to consider.
Secondly, a happy belated Thanksgiving to all of you. I hope yours was a good one. Ours was low-key but really enjoyable, and to be honest I probably could have skipped meals since last Thursday and still have eaten enough to keep me alive. But if you can't eat all of the Thanksgiving goodies, it seems to me that you aren't having a very good time of it.
Thanks to everyone for your kind words about my essay in Interweave Knits. I really do love to write, so it was fun to have something published that I wrote because I wanted to, not because it was some kind of assignment. Hannah, if you are reading, yes that was your Bon-Bon Socklettes pattern, and I had a blast knitting that pair! A couple of people e-mailed me and/or commented asking if I was planning to write more. I'm always writing, at least in my head. I am also always winning awards and writing my acceptance speeches in my head, so it's really a lot of fun in there ... however, though I have no text for them, I do have titles for two books: All This and Cancer Too!, followed up by the soon-to-be-holiday classic, Vegetarians - the Freaks of Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, I am unlikely to make any inroads in becoming a famous published author with only titles to the books, so don't hold your breath.
During my time sans computer, I also realized that I never showed you a picture of a house guest we had during October. This is Monty.
Monty spent a weekend with us, and as you can imagine, the cats were not amused. Surprisingly (at least to them), they all lived and did not require medical attention. I mean, you can probably tell from this picture that Monty is a killer, right? He belongs to my friend Erika, and he is such a sweetheart. He loves to cuddle, and though The Tim and I thought that was great, others were highly displeased. But you know how it is, all of us have a cross to bear, and visiting dogs represent that to The Fur Patrol ...
So here it is the last day of November. A good month overall. Even the leftovers are gone though, so it's time to see what's next ... and time to start thinking about lots of baking!
