There was knitting over the weekend, I swear. See? The picture is boring and the knitting is boring, too. It doesn’t matter, though, because the end result is for this cutie pie!
Yes, indeedy, there was an Ambrynn visit last week. I only took a couple of pictures but I did manage to catch this teeny grin at Grandpa. Can you tell how big she has gotten? Remember her original size? Our “little” granddaughter is turning out to be quite a bruiser – she tipped the scales at 13 lb. 5 oz. at her 7 week check up! It’s obvious that Mom and Dad are taking great care of her and she’s just thriving! Way to go, little family!
If I write a post about the knitblogging community will it distract you from the lack of knitting content? I hope so.
I need to tell you that I am awestruck at how connected this community of knitbloggers is and I’ve only been part of it since January. I have met great people and been inspired by their knitting projects. I have read posts that have made me laugh and made me cry and made me want to be just like that knitter when I grow up. Risa and I had a discussion about our connectivity a couple of weeks ago — we confided in each other just how much we think about all y’all as we go about our daily business. It’s pretty cool to think that knitters in California and Utah and Canada and Wisconsin are all thinking about each other, isn’t it?
And part of thinking about each other is being there for each other and helping out. When Claudia was seeking pledges for her MS Ride many of us responded. Stephanie has used her blog to inspire knitters to pledge thousands of dollars to MSF. It has recently come to our attention, thanks to Claudia, that Emma needs to raise funds for her son Oliver’s care and comfort. Oliver’s Button is really cute! Go click on it over at Emma’s blog to make a donation.
There are ways to connect without donating money, too. Many of us were saddened by the tragic accident that claimed the life of Kerstin’s brother-in-law. Annie took inspiration from that sadness and set up the John Glick Afghan Project. She’s accepting afghan squares until October 15, 2005 and there’s even yarn available if you don’t have your own. There might be prizes, too, if you need a little inspiration!
The thing I’ve realized is that knitters are amazing and friendly people. I guess people that love wool can’t help but love other people who love wool. Just look at this group. (you knew I couldn’t post an entry without at least one picture, even if it is from 3 months ago!)
These grrls had known me for about 30 seconds and treated me like a long lost friend. I was too overwhelmed and shy to appreciate it then, but just wait until next time!
We’re in the midst of hurricane season around here, which really just means that every brewing storm gets mentionned on the news as a potential catastrophy. Now, hurricanes are not rare in New England and most of them, while damaging and potentially frightening, are not something to get all worked up about. However, every once in a while, we get hit with a doozy of a storm.
The hands-down worst hurricane to hit New England was on September 21, 1938 – this was before hurricanes were named, by the way, but September 21st, for those of you paying attention, wound up being my birthday some 27 years after this hurricane.
Another storm that has gone down in history was Hurricane Carol, which arrived on August 31, 1954. My oldest brother was just 3 months old when this storm hit and my mother was in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She remembers looking out the front door and seeing the ocean coming up the road – and they were about 2 miles from the beach.
As an aside, there was another Hurricane Carol in 1965, which just happens to be the year I was born. They didn’t keep official hurricane name lists at that time, and that’s why the name was used again. However, once the formal lists were introduced the name “Carol” was retired due to the destruction in 1954, and it will never be used for a hurricane again.
So. Anyone making the connection? The two most severe hurricanes in New England? One sharing my birthday? And one sharing my name? Twice, including the year I was born? It explains a bit about my personality, I think. Just ask my family. Most of the time, they live in the eye of the storm where all is calm and peaceful. But then the spiral bands surrounding the eye take hold and suck them into the cyclone where things are not quite so, ummm, pleasant.
Hurricanes have followed me my whole life is all I’m saying. So, last Thursday, when we visited Wickford, Rhode Island, a place I haven’t been to in years, I was not at all surprised to find this marker. The sock was willing to hang on the nail above the sign long enough for this picture.
Nor was I surprised to hear Dale, who enjoys trying the local microbrews, order a beer called Newport Storm at the little cafe where we had lunch. Turns out that Hurricane Amber Ale was created in honor of the September 21, 1938 storm.
By the way, New England is overdue for a major hurricane. My prediction? We’ll have a whopper on September 18, 2005, the date scheduled for my 40th birthday party.
We started out the week with a trip to North Conway, New Hampshire. We drove up on Monday and stayed overnight. We chose the motel room, not for the great amenities (there was no shampoo! have you ever heard of such a thing?!?) but rather for the view from our back balcony. Here’s the sock, enjoying the view and a cocktail before dinner.
On Monday night we had a wonderful meal at the Stonehurst Manor. What a beautiful inn and restaurant! The food was incredible – cedar planked salmon for me and baked haddock with lobster cream sauce for Dale. I also had, quite possibly, the best martini of my life! Next time we head up this way, we’re staying at this place. I’ll bet there’s even shampoo in the rooms.
On Tuesday we took a ride on the railroad. The Conway Scenic Railroad, to be exact. We rode first class in the Gertrude Emma Pullman Parlor and Observation Car and had great views of farmland and covered bridges and the Saco River. The sock had a great time.
We spent the rest of the day driving through the White Mountain National Forest. We drove around Mt. Washington and over the Kancamagus Highway (please note – this is the correct spelling!) before heading home. The sock was impressed with the view of Mt. Washington from the Mt. Washington Hotel. I was, too.
We spent Wednesday hanging out at home, catching up on laundry and knitting. The felted flamingo? It’s taking forever.
Tales of our adventures in Southern New England in the next post.