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Dear Heart...

Soul Sisters yet again! I took the quiz and came up "Progressive/Academic". I wonder if the order makes any difference?

Hope you are having a lovely weekend. It's Thanksgiving here, and a spectacular blue sky sets off our golden maple leaves...we are blessed!

By Blogger Margaret, at 1:29 PM  

Well, after all, we ARE virgos, right?

By Blogger Bess, at 8:55 AM  

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Sunday, October 10, 2004  

Oh. Thank you all for your warm wishes. If I am not getting better, I am certainly feeling loved. And I am not getting worse, either. It is allergies, I am sure. A cold becomes a cold. This just sits in my throat making me feel sorry for myself.

Not too sorry, though, for I got to spend almost all of yesterday in my pajamas. Precious BD read the last of the Santha Rama Rau novel to me - a rather light-weight, slowly moving book that had entirely too much conversation in it, but was compelling enough to keep us at it to the end. Very 1940’s. We had discovered this author in a marvelous short story in an old Readers Digest collection of stories that the library had put on the sale table. BD remembered her as a well known author, but it turns out she mostly wrote travel books. Her father was the ambassador from India during the Truman administration (before my time, thank you) so that’s possibly when he heard her name, for though he’s an Essex County Boy, he went to school in DC.

I had to borrow the book, The Adventurous, from another library. It’s about a girl from the Philippines who was caught in Japan on Pearl Harbor Day, was put in a prison camp, used her feminine wiles to be released, was branded a collaborator and shuffled about the far east trying to find a man who would get her out of her situation. An adventuress. The only other novel I remember reading, whose entire focus was a heroine “using her wits ‘n wiles in a man’s world” is Edna Ferber’s Saratoga Trunk and all through this book I kept expecting the ending would be the same. I wasn’t disappointed.

The problem with the book was that the characters were not particularly interesting and the author didn’t give us enough of a picture of who the heroine really was to make me care if she landed on her feet in the end. In fact, had she (the heroine) not, it could have been a pretty good moral play. As it was, it ended up... oh. well.


You see, I always read the last chapter of a book immediately after the first. Once introduced to the characters, I like to know how they’ll end up. Life itself has enough suspense for me. I’m not looking to borrow more. I know this drives some people mad, to even think someone (and a librarian at that!!) would not read the book exactly as the author wrote it. My answer is - don’t, then. Don’t think about it and don’t give a hoot. It’s my way and it suits me. I may not mind taking a ramble with BD across the countryside on an empty Sunday afternoon, but when it comes to pleasure reading, if I don’t like where I’m going, I’d just as soon not go there.

Once in a while, secretly, when BD is reading a novel out loud to me, I peek ahead, but this time I didn’t. Perhaps because the story itself was so very conventional I felt as if I already knew the ending. Perhaps I was just too lazy. Also, unless we really hate a book, we’ll finish what we start together - when we may not finish what we’re reading on our own. I am a great one for not finishing novels, though - for now that I’m no longer in school, I read to please myself.

Anyway, I'm always glad when someone tells me the ending of a book, play or movie. But most folk aren't and I try never to spoil their fun by telling them. Knowing the end won't keep me from reading a book and not knowing just might. But there it is - it's just my way.

And yesterday, while BD was entertaining me with the final romance of Kay/Katerina/Katherine, I knit away on BriccaTheAran. She is 15 rounds up the pattern now and looking very lovely. The Cashmerino Aran continues to delight my fingers as the springy stuff glides across them, caressing the skin and snapping back with great energy, when I create those tight cables with the complicated stitch line-up. There is only one complicated one. It has you purl 2, slip 4 to cable needle and hold to the front, knit 2, return 2 to the left needle, hold other 2 to the back, purl 2 on left needle, knit 2 on cable needle, purl 2.

This is the only cable in the whole sweater where I need to use a cable needle. It’s such a simple looking cable, too, like a long length of chain, linked by little rings. The other cables are all easy to do without any extra tools.

Though I’m following a pattern I will have to put in short row bust darts. The sweater is very short - only 9 inches from cast on to underarm. The shorter a sweater is, the more essential the bust darts are. But putting in extra rows is going to throw off the cables as they get to the shoulder seams. I think I’ll do a 3 needle i-cord bind-off there to make a definite break. Also, the cable that goes all the way to the shoulders is a large diamond with a twisted rope running up the center. It reaches the shoulder seam with the diamond open to it’s widest point. I am thinking that I can knit the whole sweater a half pattern longer and end with the diamonds closed. Then, I can let the twisted rope in the center continue up the shoulder area on the front without any diamonds around it. Those ropes in the front will just make the diamonds look like they are suspended from the shoulder seams and they'll meet the diamonds in back right where the diamond closes.

Well, I am not there yet and shan’t be for a while, though before me lies another Day Of Knitting. But one way or the other I will put in those bust darts. If I’m going to spend this much time and money, by golly, this sweater will fit.

And thanks to Fillyjonk and the folks at Cooking to Hook-up:

Never would have pictured me as a Progressive type, but I guess I could be at home in the city even if I am a country girl. Trouble is - there really were no women, or shoes or drinks or dates, I could identify with in their line-up. What about Fey Ghost-Talker Magic-Woman Keeping Her Secrets Behind Ordinary Exterior? A kind of Clark-anna Kent?

posted by Bess | 9:58 AM