Today is Thursday, April 6, 2006...and that means tomorrow is FRIDAY!!!
Two of my favorite authors -- John Le Carre (spy novels) and William Faulkner (Southern Gothic) -- on the surface seem to have little in common, but I notice a similarity. When you start a novel by either one, you pretty much have NO idea what is going on. Figuratively speaking, you have to relax your brain and just trust that all these loose ends right up front will eventually make sense. It's a bit like looking at one of those pictures that appears on the surface to be one thing, and then when you shift your focus becomes something else. Pretty soon (in the book or the picture) it gets to be clear.
Night Snow is like that. When I started with it, I had to really closely study the chart, follow it square by square, line by tortuous line. There was swearing, ripping, despair, and occasional exhultation followed by swearing, ripping, and despair. Now that I am into this second repeat of the Big Picture, I find I only need a glance at the chart at the start of each row. Oh yes -- this is the 2-1-2-1-1-1-4-1-4 row, I say to myself. And I find I can tell if I'm off almost immediately -- no ripping back more than 3 or 4 stitches. Imagine that!
Knitting is good. Life is lovely when I knit.
In other news, friends of mine have opened a local yarn store.
I visited on their friends-only opening day and felt I must support them, so I bought 9 skeins of Alchemy bamboo in the most beautiful turquoise...I do not have a project in mind for it, except that Summer is near, apparently -- the weather does not appear to realize it yet -- and I think I would look just fabulous in a tan and a tank made of this subtly silky, shimmery yarn. I don't trust variegated yarns, but this one looks so softly variegated that I imagine it will gentle and not...overtly stripe-y.
Also I have realized that it's time to stop stockpiling. A friend of mine once showed me his freezer, which was stocked with an endless supply of hot dogs. He commented that his only explanation was that his wife was expecting a world-wide shortage of hot dogs and had laid in a supply in order to be prepared. I realize this is what appears to be true of my yarn stash. Yarn will still be available when I have knit up all that I currently own, in approximately two years.