Yes. I totally caved in to temptation, and the addiction is full and complete. It has been a long, long time since I’ve fallen so hard for a project, in fact, I’m not sure of the last project that held me so tightly in it’s grasp; both as process (the entrelac is captivating and not scary at all), and as project (the yarn is creating a stunning stole which will be oh so welcome). And already the ooohs and aaahs have been heard, from our favorite 3 year old who spent the day here yesterday (“that sure is nice yarn you’ve got Miss Eesa”) to his mom who remarked how very cool it is (“is it hard??”) to DH who said “look at you go, girl” and “is the yarn doing that by itself??” My joy is complete.
And we have perfect knitting weather here today—what a bonus! As I look out the window just now, the houses across the street are only a blur, snow is falling sideways, being pushed along by gusts of wind up to around 50mph. The weather channel is saying we may be measuring the snow in feet, rather than inches before it’s all over sometime tomorrow. My only concern is for Brad who took off to work this morning before the snow began falling and may—if reports are to be believed—-end up stuck in his office if he doesn’t head home shortly. Every school in the area is closed, many churches and extension programs and several businesses as well. Whatever will people do, if’n they don’t knows how to knit?? I suppose this is what Sony and Nintendo had in mind when they invented those game thingies, huh?
For our quickie trip to Washington, I grabbed a fresh book off the shelf to read on the plane. Let me pause here and say, I belong to a couple ‘book clubs’ of the mail order variety, and this book came to me quite by accident, as in, I don’t remember ordering it. I am so glad I didn’t give it away or send it back!!! The Thirteenth Tale is a wonderful read, spiked with intrigue and familial secrets. It explores the special bond between twins, plays with the idea of ghosts and keeps you guessing until the final scenes. Loved. It. I’ve ordered another copy and somebody is getting this book for Christmas (not sure who, but somebody). It was the kind of book that had me so wrapped up in it, I was sad to finish it. No knitting—-of any value—-got done on the plane (I haven’t yet mastered knitting and reading at the same time).
Now it’s time for a New Word. Septentrional is and adjective meaning northern. Yep, northern. Why we need another word for northern is anyone’s guess, but as you may have guessed, it’s roots are what make this word interesting:
“What does ‘septentrional’ have in common with the month of September and the Big Dipper? The Latin word septum meant ‘seven’ and September was the seventh month in the earliest Roman calendar. We picked up ‘septentrional’ from septentriones, a Latin word used to describe either of two prominent constellations of the northern sky: Ursa Major (Latin for Greater Bear) or Ursa Minor (Lesser Bear), also known as the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper, respectively. Septentriones in turn derives from septem plus triones, meaning ‘plowing oxen.'”
Got it??? Good. I’m off to knit 🙂