Six random thoughts plus a pony

I really have no idea what to tell you, but I feel that I've shorted this blog a bit in the last few days, and it's sunny out and I've had no sleep whatever, so I might as well ramble here a bit.

Quite happy with the way these mittens came out. I adapted my usual pattern a bit, and they fit so much better than most mittens I've made that I am wondering why it never occurred to me to tinker with it before.

A lack of knitterly confidence, I suppose. Which seems odd given that I have no issue with knitting something based on nothing but a sketch I drew on a scrap of notebook. But there you have it; I know I run into trouble knitting from patterns, so I am shy about departing from them.

Maybe I will be braver next time; these fit my long, narrow hands like - well, like the proverbial glove. Funny how one forgets that one's body is an individual, too.

I feel like there's a metaphor in there, but I am a little tired to chase it. Also, my brain is full, may I be excused?

Let us move on to a random list, in the grand tradition of such blogs as Cari's, and - er - mine. Because, you know, I like lists. I once, in fact, wrote a poem that was simply my grocery list. Hey, I didn't say it was my best work.

uno: New bike is delayed by three whole days. Not the worst setback ever, but I want my new pony.

dos: I am wearing striped socks. Tall striped socks. No, they are not handknitted. I still can't knit a sock. Would it be wrong to think I could learn here?

tres: Charles Mingus is giving me a headache. Or maybe it is the lack of sleep. Or maybe it is hormonal.

cuatro: I put my back out vacuuming yesterday. Then I got on my bike.

cinco: There is all sorts of boyness floating around in my head at the moment, none of which I can tell you about. It's all very Dr. Seuss. And yes, that's why I can't sleep. And no, it's not for that reason. (Yet.)

seis. This is a terrible post. Better luck next time.