I FINISHED IT!!

My overseer. On top of the garage. Ever get that creepy feeling someone is watching you? Got a cat?


From this:


To this!












Whew. I'm glad I didn't stay up last night to finish the last 3 rows - binding off took me 45 minutes alone. I'm either the slowest knitter in the universe or that was a LOT of stitches. (Little of both). But my Adamas Shawl is done! The ends are all woven in, it's off the needles - okay, I haven't blocked it yet, but it's done!

Started March 6th 4th, finished April 17th. It's not even all that horribly off either which kind of amazes me. I need to block it so you can see the diamond edging better, and hopefully some of the fubar less.

It's so pretty. But pastel. What made me pick out pastel? The vast majority of my wardrobe is black and white. And blue jeans. OTOH, it goes well with blue jeans and a white shirt.

The AAA travel agent managed to muck up the Yosemite reservations. She confused us with wanting the Lodge in the Park with not setting for the one out of it. Bah. So naturally, we lost out on both.

Medium is on tonight! In theory. I wish they'd quit monkeying with the schedule. I'll be buried in books. Finished Moll Flanders - I've been reading the literary criticisms in the back, Virginia Woolf's father Sir Leslie Stephen slammed it and Dafoe fairly well, comparing Moll Flanders to a police report. "......For this reason we do not imagine that 'Roxana,' 'Moll Flanders,' 'Colonel Jack,' or Captain Singleton' can fairly claim any higher interest thatn that which belongs to the ordinary police report, given with infinite fulness and vivacity of detail. "

Mind you, a nicely written police report.


An elegy for Moll from the "prime wits of Trinity College in Dublin" (by T Read in 1723)

Alas, what News doth now our Ears invade?
What Havock has grim Death among us made?
With the impetuous Fury of the Dart,
Moll Flanders he has wounded thro' the heart:
Moll Flanders, once the Wonder of the Age,
Whilst she remain'd on this terrestrial Stage,
Is gone to take a Nap for many years,
For which ye ought to shed as many Tears.
We mean her chiefest Mourners ought to be
The chief Proficients in all Villany,
Such Persons who go on the sneaking Budge,
And will for Mops and Pails thro' Dublin trudge
House-breakers, Doxies who can file a Cly,
And those who aout of Shops steal privately
But you that can't cry, yet would seem to weep,
Your handkerchiefs in Juice of Onions steep,
Then rail upon the cruel Hand of Fate,
Which would not grant Moll's Reign a longer Date.
A longer Date, said we? Indeed too long
She liv'd to do some honest People wrong;
Such Wrong, that had she her deseerved Due,
She had been whipt, and glimm'd, and hanged too;
but all the Paths of Vice so much she trac'd,
That hanging her had any Tree disgrac'd.
Howe'er take care below, among the Dead,
For tho' the mortal Life of Moll is fled,
She may perhaps as now ye cannot feel,
Your Shrouds, and Coffins, else your Bodies steal,
As Grave-diggers in England do, to be
Mangled to pieces in Anatomy.
But hold, deceased Moll we must not blame
Too mcuh for tho' she glory'd in her Shame
Of being dextrous Thief and arrant Whore,
Yet we some Pity for her must implore,
And give her deathless Memory some Praise,
In that she ended well her latter Days,
For of her num'rous Sins she did repent,
And dy'd a very hearty Penitent.

Budge- thief without the help of an accomplice
Cly - pick a pocket

I have my doubts on the sincerity of her repentance but it was nice to see ONE of her 12 children named. Yes, the one that brought her news of her inheritance.