Sunday, November 23, 2008

Bouncy, Trouncy, Flouncy

When your beloved neighbors put up one of these, many things could happen.

There are the usual rules, and reassurances that they were never hurt, and my parental worries, and she's a trampoline instructor, and well. . . today the kids went over there, supervised by their dad, and followed the rules, except that Thing 1 and Thing 3 are very different sizes. She went up, he came down, and now. . .

Let's just say that our plans to go to Alcatraz tomorrow and do the tourist thing as a family -- our vacation for the year, pretty much -- are quite different now. Anyone want some nonrefundable tickets?

Lots and lots of work around the house this weekend, and I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope our new arrangements suit our growing up family well.

I have many thoughts, but somehow they're all like moths around a porch light. Not exactly willing to fly in formation, just flitting. I've been knitting. I had planned, nay, promised, to finish the second Norwegian Snail Mitten before casting on anything else, but I copied the chart wrong and after ripping back and not getting the book from the library again, I snapped.

Not one but two new works on the needles.

Deep breath, although I'm afraid that the color is a little Kermit on Acid for me. If it still looks shocking to me in the spring, I'll overdye it.

And finally, and with much pleasure so far, even though garter stitch in the round sort of bites, my Ruth Sorenson Kauni cardigan. Honest, "sticky" wool, tiny needles, colorwork, it pushes all my buttons. I may cut the yarn after the border and wind my hanks differently, making certain that I can start the colors far apart in the rainbow repeat, or I might just merrily knit along and deal with it as it comes. What sounds most like me?


NeedleDancer said...

Woohoo! Another Deep Breath Knitter!
I was beginning to think I was the only one. Clearly, it's time for that one to come back out of the bottom of the knitting basket!

As for that ankle???
take one "ow" amplify it, and repeat it. A lot. for both!
I take it from the lack of cast that it's "merely" sprained?

Susan said...

That is one big lump. I can barely stand to look at it. I hope the bones don't need knitting. Your knitting in progress is beautiful.

patricia said...

Oh, Poor Thing 3. Don't suppose he'd sit in a stroller for Alcatraz. I don't think I *ever* saw Thing 3 in a stroller.

And that Kauni cardigan? Gorgeous. Keep knitting along merrily, I say. Knit, knit, knit your sweater, you don't need no seams, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

Sorry. I got carried away.

Katherine said...

Oh my, poor Thing 3! Those trampolines - so fun, but so much potential for trouble. Sorry about your vacation (sounds like our kind of family vacation: visit family or see a museum).

Yay for the Kauni cardigan! Just knit and deal - it will be fiiiine. Better than fine, actually. And keep us in pictures, 'kay? : )

allisonmariecat said...

Oh, ouch! My ankles used to get that softball-sized lump when I sprained them until I'd done it so often they stopped bothering to swell. Rest, ice, etc. 'Tis better to have jumped and sprained than never to have jumped at all?

Love the Kauni colors. I have my guess as to which way you'll go :)

Hmmm, I always seem to leave you comments when I'm borderline incomprehensible!

suzee said...

Um, x-rayed, right? Looks just like Annie's break, so...I'm making unsolicited advice murmury noises.

You know I don't worry much, but trampolines make me crazy.

I like the green.

Oh, and secrets to not being sick? Basically being a sea slug for almost a month helped a lot. Plus having every single viral illness known to man in 2.5 months had to have done something positive for me.

Pancake Goddess said...

the knitting looks awesome! poor boy, though. we love our trampoline so very much, and the enclosure even more. of course, you didn't say whether he fell off or just twisted on the trampoline... anyway, ouch!

somehow we've only ever had injuries when the boys were purposefully jumping directly into each other. brilliant children.