I Need to Get Me a Job

So I can officially wear one of these!

The New York Times

does it again.

I love the Sunday wedding announcements. They are just plain fun to read. My favorite from today's paper announced the wedding of an elderly couple.

"The bride, 90, will take her husband's name."

Well, ok, but maybe not for long.


(I do wish them well. May we all live so long!)

I think this may be just too much information...

As I have mentioned before, I like to check out the engagement/wedding announcements in the Sunday New York Times. The Times now tries to be more democratic in the announcements they choose to publish; people don't have to be famous, or have a famous lineage, or be ungodly wealthy, or have an ungodly wealthy lineage to have their announcements published in the Times. And because of the goal to be more inclusive and friendly, the Times chooses announcements that sometimes include all sorts of things that wouldn't have been included in the past, things like previous marriages, how couples met and so on.

But a wedding announcement in today's paper may just have crossed the TMI line.

The bride is forty, the groom is fifty-two, and they have a seven-month old daughter. From the announcement:

Their decision to have a child as soon as they could fit perfectly with their adventurous spirit. "Our priority was to have a child, because D's biological clock was ticking," said Mr. G, who had an earlier vasectomy reversed so that he could father a child.

Well, alrighty, then.

Thanks for sharing.

Just a Jumble of Thoughts

Because that's all I'm capable of today.

I started off the day by opening my computer to check e-mailed photos a friend had sent me of the snow around her home in West Virginia. I saw the photos, and then Windows Vista Home Premium (the world's WORST operating system) took over, telling me that it was installing a major update, the first one there has been since I bought the computer.

(Yay, thought I. Maybe now the computer will actually WORK! And be FAST! And not FREEZE!)

So it installed, and installed, and installed. It installed for about two hours and then shut itself down.

Great, thought I. Now I get my computer back. I can download the knitting pattern I need; I can download the shortbread recipe I need; I can check blogs; I can look at Ravelry; I can...................................................................................................................................................................


do none of those things because this is what the screen said:

So even the updates for the world's WORST operating system don't work.

Of course they don't.

So then Windows Vista Home Premium (the world's WORST operating system) spent another hour or so "reverting" back to the original crummy and s.l.o.w. system it has always been.

Yippee.


Now on to something completely different:

I have been trying out yarns for the Yarn Harlot's One Row Scarf. I can't find the link to that specific post, but the pattern was free on her blog, so I will print it here:

Cast 26 stitches onto size 8 needles.
Row 1: *knit 2, knit into the back of the next stitch, purl 1.
Repeat from * till there are 2 stitches left. Knit 2.

Just keep doing that row until the scarf is as long as you want it, or until you start hating the project, then cast off.

This is what it looks like in Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sport, colorway - Franklin's Panopticon:

I like it! And it's certainly easy enough for me to do on a jumbled-up day.

My first try was with some Noro Blossom yarn I bought a couple of years ago at an LYS sale:

The colors and textures of the yarn are so varied that the stitch pattern didn't show up at all. I have yet to figure out what to do with this yarn, so it's going back to time-out for now.

And now for something completely different, again:

I usually scan through the Sunday New York Times engagement/wedding announcements because they are, well, unusual. People submit their own stories and information, and then hope, pray, dance, do spells and whatever else they can think of to get their announcement published in the Times.

This leads to some weird/interesting announcements. When we first met in 1998, we didn't like each other at all, says the groom, but later, after meeting again at......., we fell in love.

That sort of thing, but with lots more detail.

The announcement that caught my eye today was for the wedding of .................., the groom, age 61, and .............., the bride, age 56. After all the usual stuff - parents (deceased), schools (long ago so who really cares), jobs (nice) - the last paragraph simply stated:

The bride's first marriage ended in divorce, as did the groom's first two marriages.

And that's all she wrote.

I just think that's an odd thing to put in a wedding announcement.

And that's all I wrote.