Outta Town

 


That's where I am, outta town.  Eleven other knitters and me lit out for a two-night knit away in Cedarburg which is a quaint little town north of Milwaukee.  We're staying at the Washington House Inn which is a B&B on the main drag.  Tonight we had wine and cheese courtesy of the management and there's breakfast in the morning.  Of course there is, the second B in the name stands for breakfast.  Here's my room.  It's small but nicely appointed, the sink is next to the bed but the commode and shower are in a tiny separate room.  That's okay, I'm only one person and only here for two nights.

I got brave when we got here and started in on what I'm calling the Fort Myers Shawl.  The yarn is very skinny and there are a lot of stitches (282) but I got the first two rows knitted and even the first "field" which is what the pattern designer calls the bulging shapes that make the shawl so interesting.  I'm impressed that I managed to make the first one with eleven other knitters chattering and laughing around me.  It's difficult to count to 13 sometimes.  I'll knit across all of the stitches making six of these fields before the gray comes back to frame the red.  (the white is provisional cast-on which will be removed and more pattern knitting tacked on at the end--I think)


When I drove home from the Y the other day I was stopped at a red light behind a car with a bumper sticker that made me laugh so I took its picture.  It says "I'm Pro-Sasquatch and I Vote."  So silly, it made me laugh. Laughing is good.

 
Today's cuteness comes courtesy of the NEW Zoo.  Four otter pups were born this week.  Don't you wish you could scoop up one and cuddle it?  Awww.





 27 March--Tropical Obsession. 

Like a finger pointing the way, the red obelisk stands sentinel over a deserted stretch of shoreline. No longer is it used by mariners as an aid to navigating in to pick up cargo. Now it stands as an oddity, a curiosity poked and examined by sunburnt tourists who lean against it, or embrace it with a lascivious look on their foolish faces, or pose beside it looking stiff and uncomfortable to have their picture taken. How many albums hold photos of the red obelisk? How many people remember the story of the hardships it represents?

I don't know why the photos I emailed to myself haven't shown up but I'm going to listen to another chapter of my audiobook and if they haven't shown up by then, I'm going to post this with no pictures and call it a night.  See?  I knew if I threatened the internets my emails would arrive and they did.  Ha!
--Barbara