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My proverbial hat is in my hand..

HOW? Have I gone so long without you?? 🙂

First up? Some business…

Mad for Knit Carol is running a half marathon for the Dana Farber Cancer Institute. Now let me tell you something about Carol. Last year she put my father in law’s name on her jersey as she ran the marathon, in recognition of his battle with common bile duct cancer. I cannot tell you how, to this day, I am deeply touched by that gesture. I don’t believe anyone has done anything more meaningful for me.
She is running again and once again I am here begging for some donations on her behalf. Once again, I remind you that SHE is doing the running, not I or you. That’s the great thing. WE can fork over 10 bucks (or 20 or 40) and still sit all cozy on our computer chair while poor Carol is schleeping her butt all over the Boston area in preparation for a 13 mile run. We are getting the better end of this stick, my friend.
I am hoping you can donate. Please do it in the memory of my sweet, grumpy old father in law. Or of your wonderful neighbor. Or maybe an old teacher, or an aunt, mother, father, sister, brother or child. Cancer is insidious. It touches us all, whether or not we want to be touched.

And there are prizes to boot  (see her September 1st entry)

Please let me know if you have donated to her and I will hold a drawing for a prize myself. I cannot let generosity go unrewarded. Or at least a chance to be rewarded.

I promise the prize will not be a small cat. Or a basket of laundry. It will be something knitterly.

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And speaking of knitting…

Moose glove

Moose glove

palm side of moose glove

palm side of moose glove

I am finally on the thumb of the moose glove. These are to be a Christmas gift for one of my best friends. (I hope she likes them!) Gloves are a messy sort. They are not as neat and tidy as mitten knitting. These are a bit wonky and whiny. I am hoping that a good blocking fixes it’s ills. Fingers crossed.
It’s hard to squeeze in knitting time lately as a certain orange cat seems to think that my lap is his lap and that any and all knitting paraphernalia are fair for a good cat game.  His favorite yarn game is “I bite this yarn until it is broken!”  Woo!

mitchell

"is she telling stories about me again? Who do you believe? Me, with my cuddly cute face or her, the almost non existent blogger?"

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All my love and good thoughts go to Margene for her surgery tomorrow. She has a big enough heart, now it needs a bit of tweaking.

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