Ouch!

So there I am, riding my bike to work, minding my own business, when WHAM! Down I go. Here's what happened: I was nearing a street on which I was going to turn left and saw a car coming up behind me. I crossed over so we wouldn't get to the street at the same time and to stay out of the way. I figured I'd be a good little girl - you know, stay away from cars, right? - and thought I'd just cut through a parking lot but, alas, the driveway cut-out was very curb-like in its height and I didn't hit it head-on so my front tire got caught and whammy! I wasn't really so scared of being hurt but instead my mind was racing with "Oh man, my face is gonna end up in that monster pile of dog shit right there!"

I was lucky. I have some lovely color on my hip, knee and shin, but no poo schmears. The real bummer is I put my hands out to break my fall and jammed my wrist/thumb on my right hand. See that lovely bruise?



Hurts like a bugger and prevents me from grabbing stuff, like...oh, I dunno...knitting. This bums me out, man. I'm only up to the cuffs on the pair of socks I'm knitting on two circulars ala
Cat Bordhi. I also have five more squares of my bro's afghan to knit before Christmas. Sniff.

If you've never lost the use of your dominant hand, try this experiment: for one whole day use your non-dominant hand for everything - buttering toast, washing your hair, wiping your ass. It's a lesson in humility, that's for sure!

I'm determined to make this a more regular blog. Deadline is over but then Hubbo dropped by while on his way to San Diego on a boat delivery so life's been a whirlwind for the past few days. He leaves again tomorrow so I PROMISE (if only to myself) that I will be posting projects, etc that someone out there just might find interesting. And perhaps some musings you might actually want to read.

Until then, be thankful for the use of your dominant hand!

Knitting Haiku

Cara has come up with a contest involving knitting and Haiku. Genius, really. What's more zen than knitting? Someone should write a book . . .

The best I could come up with, following her rules, was:

Dude, that fey pirate
rocks my socks — hey, it's Johnny!
Plunder my booty!

It's possible I could have come up with some knee-slapper given enough time but how could I pass up an homage to the single most beautiful man on the planet?



Wouldn't it be totally cool to win some fine yarn? Hmmm, I have bunches of yarn El Hubbo is always complaining about — and why shouldn't he? It's not like we have unlimited space on a 37-ft boat — maybe I'll come up with a contest myself! I'm probably getting a little ahead of myself. People need to know this blog exists before I start running contests nobody enters.

My Lunch With Lin & Larry

I'm bustin! And I can't take too much time to post this but I just HAD to tell you (meaning me, since nobody knows this silly blog exists) about my wonderful lunch yesterday with sailing/cruising icons Lin and Larry Pardey. They're very unconventional and have been sailing around the world for 30+ years on an engineless wooden boat they built themselves. Anyway, I found them to be totally charming, funny and generally delightful people. I really hope to meet up with them again while they're in the Bay Area, and not because they're "famous" but because I truly enjoyed their company.



I love this shot. I had to take a pic to justify my existence to my boss and just missed one of Larry smooching Lin. This was their delightful reaction. I won't be using this one in the rag so thought I'd share it with ya'll (me).

On the knitting front, I'm happily log-cabinning away on my bro's Xmas throw - 3 of 9 squares finished and 1 more nearly done. Woo hoo!



This adorable fellow is the happy owner of a handknit Heartbreakingly Cute Kimono in Blue Sky Cotton with matching booties. Jordan is the newborn son of a coworker. I won the Birth Date pool but I couldn't in good conscience spend my whopping $9 winnings on myself (besides, that would barely buy a salad in Marin!), so I bought some Blue Sky for Jordan instead. Mommy said she'd rather frame it than see spit up all over it but I insisted something so heartbreakingly cute and achingly soft actually get to spend some time next to baby skin!

It's still deadline so I'll be here till 11 tonight - on a SUNDAY!

LD

Just to tide you over.

I'm a very busy woman (imagine me swishing my hair in a very Farrah way) and just can't be bothered to write anything profound for an audience of one (me) when the magazine's deadline is looming. So, just in case anyone is unlucky enough to have navigated here by accident, here's a couple shots I took this summer when I was sent to Kauai to cover the end of the Singlehanded TransPac Race (a sailboat race from San Francisco to Hawaii with just one guy - or gal - on the boat). These guys weren't in the race but how could I resist snapping a few (thousand) shots of them?! Enjoy.



Just be sure to move the keyboard out from under your slackened jaw.



LD