Mossy Cottage Knits

Biff! Boom! Bash! Thwack!

You know how it is at a party when you’re the only one who’s sober so you get to sit around and watch everyone else act slightly demented? You don’t? Because you’ve never been sober at a…? Okay, then, work with me. Imagine what that would be like. Got it? Now you know what it was like for me Friday night when Elaine and Leslie introduced TMK and some of their/our friends to their Wii. There wasn’t much alcohol involved, just some genteel wine-sipping, but it might as well have been a kegger blow-out since the result was pretty much the same. I watched (and knit), they played, and, oh, the insanity! They played everything—golf, ping pong, boxing, baseball, tennis, shooting, cow racing (don’t ask)—and body movements ranged from almost motionless (ping pong) to rapid-fire button pushing (shooting) to long, arcing, room-covering, lamp-bashing arm swings (baseball, golf and tennis) to mad gyrations of torsos and hips and throwing of hands and Wii controller up in the air (cow racing) to manic, sweaty, two-fisted hooks, uppercuts and jabs (boxing). And these gals were serious. There were furrowed brows and intense faces and clenching of jaws and leaning in and lunging and standing on tip-toe and (a little) name-calling and some yelling and much fist-pumping in joy and grumbling in frustration and defeat. And the weirdest thing? None of it was real. They were just in a suburban living room, standing in front of a big, flat screen, holding small, white plastic boxes in their hands. Ah, the strangeness of virtual gaming.

Thank you, Elaine and Leslie, for a hysterical weekend! Both nights. (Yeah, about that. Did I forget to mention that the same group of madcap mamas was back in front of the Wii Saturday night? I believe that’s the night they discovered the cow racing and things got completely out of hand.)

One ball of Cascade 220 has been zigged and zagged and twisted into the first half of the Steam Scarf. I am so much happier with this one than I was with the pink one which, you may remember, I called the “Scarf in Drag” because it was the oddest combination of a macho, meaty, 16-stitch cable pattern with a sissy, girly, bubblegum color. The cable pattern and the red, they fit.

But for now, to hell with the Steam Scarf, the Blue Moon socks, the drooping Elm Leaf scarf and anything else I have on my needles. Stephanie will be here Friday and somehow, God willing, I have to get the collar on the Olympic Squirrel done between now and then. Sigh. I continue to excel at “Tardior, Demissior, Debilior.”

Anyone else going to be there?

P.S. Join me in welcoming The Blogging Twins back after a loooooong hiatus. All is explained, or at least hinted at, in today's entry, but to heck with that. We're just happy to see you back in blogland and to, hopefully, see you in real life, real soon.