...which reminds me of when he did that *last* year...hmmm...was it Valentine's Day?? Thanksgiving??? Can't remember exactly which...but he turned his back to me and meant to just fake me a moon...but he did it so fast that his shorts came down and the moon shone bright...and the poor kid turned beet red from embarassment.
It was priceless.
But, like I said...something terrible happened! Which is important to know!!!!
And I say that because I received an e-mail late this week from Kate...remember Kate?
She sent a photo of Sal's gorgeous children...Remember Sal? Anyway, Sal, your boys are just beautiful. It's obvious that Sal is doing more than farming chickens down there on the other side of the globe. But pay attention! These sweet boys will someday in the not too distant future be shooting you the moon as well!
I can hear him now, in the room across the house, coughing. But not just coughing, he has to embellish his coughing with drama that rivals the wettest smoker's hack of the most ancient, mucous-laden lungs that ever gasped for air on this earth. He knows that it sends me into convulsions of laughter.
I don't know why I encourage this child by laughing. Probably for the same reason that I encourage this child's father by laughing. It's just next to impossible to *not* laugh. They're just funny people. Which, I think, is an indispensible trait.
So, when Charlie mumbles that not one of the four children that he produced looks anything like him, I point out that he ought to just observe his son for an hour or a day. Particularly, now that the child is 13 and acting as wierd as 13 can be, it's his father in spades. His father still acts 13........
It's like that card that was out several years ago...It said, in a nutshell, that everything we needed to know, we learned in kindergarten. On the inside, it said:
Boys are wierd!
Indeed! You watch, Kate!......A year or two down the road, you're going to be shaking your head, watching your now-it's-too-late-husband.....thinking...MAN, are men ever wierd!
Anyway, on the knitting front, I finally finished the tube that is to be my niece's sweater. Whereas I think I was able to make a decent friend out of my left hand for two-color knitting in the round; my nemesis apparently is accomplishing that task in a reverse direction. Purling with two colors turned me into an ugly, miserable person. I've concluded that any additional parts to this sweater that might involve multiple colors NOT in a circular situation will all have to have lots of threads hanging from their respective left sides. Not to worry.......
Until then..here's the latest picture that I've taken of 'the tube'.
