Mossy Cottage Knits

Presto Changeo!

A moment of reverential silence, please.

The Magic Cone works.

Although the Magic Cone has now twinkled its way back to the DOT Warehouse of Wizardry and Necromancy, if you need proof that some powerful juju is still swirling around the pothole vortex, take a gander at TMK’s shadow on the right. There are some unholy forces at work there.

(On the off chance that I’ve actually convinced some poor sap out there that the Magic Cone works, it doesn’t. Not alone, anyway. You also need Magic Trucks.)

P.S. For Mel those of you who are aghast at TMK’s out-of-pocket cost for fixing her sewer, you’ve only heard half of the story. The actual cost was $40,000, all of which she would've had to pay herself but, fortunately, and thank God, and the saints be praised, her next-door neighbor wanted to get off the side sewer-line as well and was willing to pay half of the cost. And you thought your taxes were actually used for something.

On Monday, I had the honor of being the speaker at the Eastside Knitter’s Guild’s monthly meeting. I didn’t know what to expect but I will tell you I was thrilled to see two men there, Dear Reader Melanie’s main squeeze and, oh, darn, I don’t remember the other man’s name (was it John?). (Men who knit just make my heart happy. I don’t know why.) And there were 30-35 other knitters, including Melanie and Dear Reader Dawn, all crammed into a postage-stamp-sized room. Anyone who wanted to sit in the back seats had to be carried hand-over-hand over people’s heads, mosh-pit-like. S’truth! No, okay, I lie. But it was very crowded. But the knitters didn’t care. They were a patient and lovely and wonderful and attentive group who asked great questions. And I’ve never met a more enthusiastic bunch of Dulaaners. If I’d known about them earlier, the Avalanche Yarn would’ve been—poof!—long gone, and I wouldn’t be in the position I’m in now of having to do my laundry at TMK’s house because my washer died an ugly watery death last weekend but I can’t get a new one because the deliverymen wouldn’t be able to get it past the vast mountains of Avalanche Yarn boxes. However, some of the caché of using TMK’s relatively newer, customized sewer line is wearing off on me and even strangers are starting to look at me with great respect and wonderment. (By the way, the next time someone emails me and says, “You know, we’ve got this yarn we’d like to donate…” I’m going to count on all of you to beat some sense into my head.)

But I digress. A big thank you goes out the Eastside Knitter's Guild for their hospitality, enthusiasm, and support of the Dulaan Project!

Posted by Ryan at March 28, 2007 01:40 PM