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Ahhh, I'm covered with bugs and Kitty isn't helping!! Bug spray or a nit comb, what do I do, WHAT DO I DO??
My last journey in the Before Times was to a huge science conference in Seattle. I snuck away to Pike Place Market between sessions to buy a hank of beautiful silk/alpaca yarn in a delicious spring green to match my boots, and a new pair of beautiful wooden needles to work it.
I knit around and around in circles the next few days, adding rows while livetweeting research talks, awkwardly networking with science writers I’d known for years but never met, and burying my unease about reports of novel coronavirus cases popping up in North America.
Strikes were blocking the rail lines home and I started to worry I’d be trapped on the wrong side of the border as a pandemic blossomed.
So I knit.
And I knit, and I knit.
And I kept knitting to keep my hands busy and my mind keeping up a steady background of counting so I wouldn’t have space to fret about all the things I couldn’t change, and I tweeted and I talked and I knit some more.
The strikes lifted just in time for my train back north. Three weeks after I got home and unpacked my bags, the Canadian border closed for two years.
I haven’t touched my knitting since I got off the train.
A lot has changed since then. Vaccines, elections, a whole new human in my family, a whole future I couldn’t have imagined that’s now my past. I would’ve sworn I was making a hat, but from loop size it’s looking more like an infinity scarf and I don’t know if that’s a flaw in my memories or in the distracted counting of me in the last days before the world changed.
I picked it up tonight.
I wonder if I can still match the tension.
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There's a post going around about six degrees of separation from celebrities that I didn't want to hijack, so I guess this Moose is making an original post! #niche
It's a long post that includes Terry Pratchett and tiddies, so settle in, fam
why have you been literally everywhere
Hee hee, there's plenty of the world left to explore, but I am a venerable moose who is both old and very lucky 😀
Tagged by @carpe-mamilia to share six recent non-selfies - thank you! Normally this could have been pretty boring, but I've just been to Sulawesi! Featuring 40,000 year old cave art, a sus buffalo, provocative geographical features, and some epic funeral traditions of the Toraja people.
Tagging @fimofomo @idontknowknit @fearsome-camel @sapphicwanderer (no pressure) and anyone else who wants to play
So normally this Moose restricts the creation of crochet to characters, not real people, but when my bosses said we were going to the Dick and Angel's Forever Home live show (Escape to the Chateau) in Bendigo, I obviously had to make an exception...
I must say, when they said they had hopes I'd get a Dick Holding, this wasn't what I had in mind, but I mustn't complain. Marvellous show, lovely humans, I hope they enjoy the lil finger puppet family 🧶🏰♥️