Sunday, March 08, 2009
Be Careful what you wish for....
I don't want to say that the Skydive Scarf pattern was too easy. I wanted to start out very easy. But, I don't think I can stay interested in it long enough to make the scarf. So in an effort to be careful what I wish for I won't say I wish for a harder pattern!
It was a great introduction to the use of the markers. I realize I want a row counter that goes onto the needles.
I didn't realize you need the row counter to match the size of the needles. The store I went to yesterday was out of size 8's. I took this a s a sign. I take alot of things a signs......
Perhaps my interest in lace isn't a sign of anything at all,
OH! But what if it is a sign of EVERYTHING.
No wonder I need my naps!
I slept in so late this morning and thought it must be a sign of my needing more sleep. It wasn't.
I'd just forgotten we set the clocks ahead last night!
So on the subject of signs and wishes......
My father really wanted a singing canary recently. It took him months to convince my mom she wanted one too. So they got the male canary who had apparently just begun his singing. My sweet mom read that he might be depressed leaving the avaiary and not sing at all. We actually prayed to St. Francis that the little bird wouldn't be depressed, because my mother and I cannot bear a sad animal!
My father played a record of a singing canary to Sonny, the bird ,every morning.
The backround music was primarily music of the waltzing varieity.
My mother reported that Sonny had a voracious appetite and didn't seem a bit depressed.
Very soon thereafter Sonny began to sing.
When we would visit they would play the music and, indeed, Sonny would sing for us too.
Sonny began to sing rather incessantly.
Soon my folks were beginning to wish that Sonny didn't want to sing so often.
They were contemplating finding him another home.
Then one recent evening my father was , oh so carefully , cleaning the cage.
He and my mom were meticulous about keeping the doors closed during this daily event.
My dad had some little double door do hickey worked out on the cage itself to prevent Sonny from escaping.
Well, when Sonny wasn't singing, he was apparently working escape techniques out in his tiny brain.
Somehow Sonny escaped and the big door was open
Sonny flew like a shot out of a gun, my father told us.
and right into the the kitchen porch window.
My mother found him on the floor.
Again she turned to St. Francis and prayed he'd be okay.
She wrapped him in a warm towel from the dryer and laid him in on the cage floor.
They were on their way to Mass, and they don't miss mass for much.
Certainly not for a bird death.
Low and behold, when they returned, Sonny was sitting up.
He didn't sing that night.
We started to call him Lazurus.
And Sonny was singing the very next day.
And he sang
and he sang
and he sang some more.
And my mother and father decided to send him back to the aviary.
And we think he's singing there still.
So becareful what you wish,
pray to St Francis for
Let's just say I'm hoping for a lace pattern that is going to have me
I'll talk to you in the comments. :)