My autobiography in six words.

There's this trend going around on Facebook and the blogosphere based on the Smith Magazine book on the NY times bestseller list, titled Not Quite What I Was Planning. The title is a six-word memoir. The book is full of more six-word memoirs, by famous and obscure writers.

So I thought I'd write my own six-word memoir. Ready? Here it is:

Knits Beautifully For Other Mothers' Babies.

Perhaps my six-word memoir is a bit more revealing than my customary style on this here normally obfuscatory blog. But what the heck, it'll be spring soon and I had a glass of wine tonight, I am feeling unusually transparent.

What is your six-word memoir?

Some things you might not know about me.

Yes, its been a long time. All that Christmas knitting got given away almost as soon as I finished it, no time to take pictures, so its lost to this blog. Too bad. I don't even have a digital camera at the moment so I can't take any pics of what I'm working on now.

As a poor substitute, I thought I'd offer a few tidbits of information, some of which some of you might know, but I can't imagine there's any of you who know all of it!

1. I learned to use the snowblower today, and did most of the driveway with only a little help from Bill (once he learned me how to use it, of course).
2. I had the flu last week, and it was yucky.
3. I am pastoring a church now--a small church south of Albany has hired me part-time to lead worship and do pastoral calling.
4. My favorite knitting needles are now hands-down my knit-picks interchangeable needles, not simply because I always have the size I need but because I like their little pointy points!
5. I am completely obsessed with this season of Project Runway
6. Dean's Beans: Marrakesh Express OR High Peaks Java Espresso Roast? Its a dilemma that starts when I'm standing in front of my co-op shopping cart and keeps me up at night.
7. I have another new job, starting next week: I'll be a chaplain at the local physical rehabilitation hospital a couple nights a week. All the details aren't settled yet, but it looks like its going to happen.
8. One of my favorite ways to procrastinate on writing sermons is to pay attention to other things I've been neglecting or procrastinating on (like this here neglected knitting blog).

I'm sending out my love to any readers who may still occasionally check this blog. Don't give up on me yet.

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Dec. 23

It's all. It's all. It's all. Christmas knitting.

I swear, I will have quite a few pictures to share in just a couple more days.

Other than Christmas knitting, I and Bill are fine--busy--fine! Happy Christmas-Eve-Eve!

This is cool:

My friend Stacey, who is a talented musician, put a recording of one of her songs here. Click to listen. She sounds even more lovely playing live.

What I am knitting.

Actually, I am knitting a lot. I am completely in the swing of Christmas knitting, already. But because the knitting is all presents for other people, I don't feel free to post pictures of any of it. Which explains the dearth of pics and posting on this blog (at least partially, anyway.)

The photo that exemplifies my Rhinebeck experience.

Alex with stroller at Rhinebeck, originally uploaded by applekale.

I never blogged about Rhinebeck. Well, it was great. Like everybody says. Completely overwhelming.

Going through my photos the other day, I decided that even a couple weeks later, this photo was still worth blogging. This is what I remember about Rhinebeck: following my little nephew as he wildly pushed the stroller into unsuspecting passers-by. (He considers the stroller to be just a very big car in his collection of many, many wheeled toys.)

However, as we were standing outside of this booth, the Spirit-Trail Yarns booth (and only booth where I actually bought any yarn), my nephew walked away from the stroller and grabbed a skein of the yarn, and stated, "want to knit, now!"

Its only a matter of time...

Almost Finished!

Am I the only one who finds these sorts of pictures, you know, the partially finished socks with the toes hanging out--am I the only one who finds them sort of bizarre, scary, Frankensteinian? Toes surrounded by pointy needles? Doesn't it send a shiver up your back?

Well, I am sending out this scary picture as my Halloween gift to you.