Lois Lowry's Blog
Le Chat Diabolique
Okay: there is a law, right? A cold lasts five days. No matter what medicine you take, or what crackpot remedies you believe in: a cold lasts five days.
So why is THIS cold now in Day #11? It is not fair.
I feel pretty good, actually. But when i attended a board meeting Tuesday, and was seated around a table with the other board members, suddenly the person next to me got up, changed seats, and said, "Sorry. But I'm leaving on a trip tomorrow and I don't want to catch what you have."
Well, I didn't want to catch it either. And I would certainly like to say farewell to it.
Here is what I'm working on. No, not a manuscript. This is a scarf that I saw someone wearing in Pasadena, and when I admired it she kindly sent me the information about where to get the pattern.
So I got the pattern, and the yarn, and have just started in. BUT! The last time I knitted something, I did not have a kitten/cat. Now I do. I must figure out a way to achieve a detente with Lulu about yarn, knitting needles, etc. She views all of those things as play fodder. Picture the number of soft, lovely balls of yarn that I have acquired for this project. Now picture a marauding black half-grown cat sneaking up veerrry slowly on her prey, then pouncing on a dangling thread and racing away, the ball of yarn unwinding behind her as she does; and sometimes, if it is the actual yarn I am using at that moment that she grabs, the whole project flies out of my hands and flies off behind her, entwining itself on pieces of furniture as it goes.
Then, after I have disengaged the yarn from Lulu's claws, unwound it from everyplace it has been wound around, picked up the stitches that have flown off the needles, (and yes, spouting anti-cat obscenities as I do).....I look around and there she is, the miscreant, lying on her back, casually licking one paw before yawning and falling asleep. Chaos? Moi?