Happy New Year Bloggy friends. I’m so glad you visit. Here’s to some laughs as we go along together for yet another year.
We visited the Lake at noon yesterday to watch the local polar plunge. This is an unsponsored, just for fun, and only for the crazy to participate, event in Williams Bay. Some came in their superhero suits to participate. One man clearly took his wife’s floral robe to keep him warm until the plunge. One woman came in a fur to watch.
Of course, I had to ask one person, ‘Why?
This dude totally, like, totally said,
“THIS IS LIFE! This is what its all about!” How refreshing actually. He answered the meaning of life question….
Rest assured dear reader, it was cold despite the fact that there was no ice on the Lake. The wind was blowing in these brave ones faces and the water was cold. Very cold. The event lasted all of a minute and a half. This surprised me for some reason. Well, of course, Kathy, no one was staying out there!
#2 Here’s to Mary turning 90 last week. Thanks for all your suggestions. I got her some soap that I love. One of those fancy face cream soaps. As long as I can keep knitting and have my family by my side, I’d like to see 90! I am so inspired by John Glenn going into space at 75. Jimmy And Rosalyn Carter doing amazing work in their post career lives.
#3 Meredith tempted me with these Ying Yang Kitty Socks that she found on Ravelry. I just may have to in 2017.
#4 I’ve run out of question lists. I’m going to change it up here on Monday’s but I’m not sure exactly how yet. I’ve been thinking and thinking. I May declare a Monday MOMENT, in which I pick a moment from the week before to mention. Will it involve the craft by which we honor our time and our hearts? I hope so. It may be a Meatless Monday Recipe. Just not sure yet. But for today:
This moment is brought to you by Fireman. On any given day Fireman will bring up a memory from his Fireman career life. Yesterday, something triggered, pun intended, him telling me a story of a man who shot his finger off.
Said man, was half laughing as the fireman/medics arrived. “My wife is going to kill me,” he said. We just had a baby and she told me to get that gun out of the house. I sold it. Someone’s coming to pick it up this morning. While I was cleaning it ….it went off. ” and off went his finger. Fireman looked at it and said, ‘Yep, that’s not coming back” He was more upset that his wife was right and he’d never live this down, than he was upset about his finger.
This brought up another finger story in Fireman’s career. The local historic Farm in town, had two large draft horses. A woman was visiting with her grands and was not watching herself, when a draft horse bit her finger off. The fireman immediately renamed him Chompy.
Which brought us to a few firemen we know who have also lost a finger to a lawn mower blade and the like.
As I said, earlier I’d like to enjoy knitting on this Earth for a long time to come. We seriously addicted knitters, would not think of cleaning a gun or lawn mower or offer our precious hand to a horse. If I go without knitting for more than a day, I twitch. I’ve had the horror of having to rest my arms/hands and it wasn’t good for me or for my family! I. Must. Knit.
So for this Monday, I’ll be very thankful my fingers, my tools, are all ready to work on my shawl later today. How’s that for a memory? Got one to share?