I was in a procedure room at the doctor's office yesterday, awaiting a minor procedure with Maddy. There was a wall of cabinets on one side of the room, each door and drawer labeled. I told Maddy that it would drive me nuts to work in there because the labels were all crookedy. I was reading them all, whether crooked or straight, and the bottom drawer on the right made me laugh. I grew up with medical-surgical-hospital talk while my mother went to nursing school -- we talked about things at the dinner table that most people wouldn't talk about at all -- and I never once heard anything about blobs, at least not the kind that would be stored in a marked drawer. One would think that one would. Well, I had to take a picture and, of course, the doc walked in right then... and now I know what a blob is (a type of ventilation mask), medically speaking.
While Saturday is normally a day of looking up at the sky, this morning my attention was drawn down to the ground. Because of the sun that's been in the sky so many recent days, there are encouraging signs appearing everywhere! This is creeping thyme breaking through the snow, a large patch that's between the house and the garage.
I have not begun Talia because it requires two circular needles that I do not have. I'm not sure I wish to purchase them, either, since I'm not much of a circ knitter. While I consider my options for borrowing said needles or whether I can modify the pattern to knit in pieces (requiring a fair amount of calculating and math and the frame of mind must be "just so"), I have begun a mini Clapotis using directions found at kpixie and the Atacama yarn that Liz sent for the Special Swap Spa. The yarn was originally intended for pedicure socks, but I'll use a scarf more often. I have remained a rare Clapotis virgin for over three years... but not for long. I've already felt the thrill of the drop and I'm hooked.