So I had something melancholic and poetic planned out in my mind to post yesterday, including a quote from Roethke (“How much will the bones allow?”), and then Blogger was unavailable all day, finally forcing me to switch to the “new Blogger.” Stupid new Blogger. (Although the verbiage about it did make the following claim: “It’s like Battlestar Galactica with Lorne Greene and Battlestar Galactica with Edward James Olmos.”)

So yesterday was not the time for sad literary quotes, although I’m sure their time will come again soon. In the meantime, here’s something that’s looking like a sweater with the birthday yarn:
Oh yes, I am knitting like a fiend. And last night I made bread. Bread with kneading and two risings and everything. (Whenever there’s an involved baking project, you know there’s some serious shit going down.) It got me thinking about my pioneer skills: bread making, sweater knitting, alpaca wrangling, sock knitting, sewing, biscuit making, and horse riding (well, I knew how to once). I don’t know how good I’d be at setting bones or delivering babies, but I’m also developing a pioneer-like stoicism in the face of unpleasant circumstances. (At least, I think I am.)

With that said, here’s another picture of yarn!
Oh, how pretty.