I made these booties! Only they don’t look like that because, as I mentioned, I am constitutionally incapable of using someone else’s pattern as written. The booties I made are quite cute, even though they don’t exactly follow the pattern, but you can’t see them, because even though I’m a pretty good knitter, I’m a very bad photographer, with a very bad camera. It says “flash”, look there’s the little flashy-arrow-symbol right there on the damn screen, why isn’t it flashing? Piffle. My dad was a great photographer, but I guess those genes went to… um, my brother-in-law. Neat trick, that.
Speaking of my dad, today is his 60th birthday! And I’d be phoning him, if he hadn’t died 15 years ago. Well 14 1/2, but still, that’s such a long time! And it’s too bad, really, because he um, well, he had some problems that made him uh, maybe not the best dad ever. But he’d’ve been a terrific grandpa, and he never got the chance. I miss him most when I think about how much fun he would have had with his grandchildren.
Song du jour of the day: Time in a Bottle, by Jim Croce. Happy Birthday, Dad.