When you are having fun....

Time does fly, doesn't it, when you combine fun with a sloooooowwww adaption to the time change......

Last weekend, a friend who has moved to Israel held a melave malka while he was in town. I went for part of it, but unfortunately, I decided to not stay the whole time, because some knitting group friends and I had planned a trip to NYC to see the Radical Lace and Subversive Knitting exhibit at the Museum of Art and Design, so we were scheduled to meet at 7:30 on Sunday morning -- bad on a regular Sunday, horrendous! for night person me the day we sprang forward.

But the trip was wonderful -- excellent company and an interesting exhibit. The exhibit focus was really more on the lace ascpect than knitting but it was definitely worth seeing. I really liked the video of the knitting done with cranes and the old car parts with pieces torched out for a lace effect. But I want to learn to do the dripped porcelain (think like a funnel cake for one of the pieces, while the other was in geometric outlines somewhat reminiscent of the shapes in Amish quilts)........

I was off all week because of the time change coinciding with one of my periodic bursts of insomnia -- had several nights in a row where I only got about 4 hours sleep - not conducive to productivity at all! Even put the knitting down Wed. evening when straight garter stitch proved to be mentally taxing ;-) Have several items at the 80% to 90% done stage - just need to find the focus to do the last little bits........

Didn't make it to services this week, courtesy of an ice storm. But I did make it to a rosh chodesh shiur the aforementioned friend gave today on the spiritual meaning of the month of Nissan. Well worth the time and drive to get there!

Dad's doing well. Haven't actually seen him in several weeks (he's planning a trip down next month, when the weather is better here, both in absolute terms and in relative-to- upstate/western-New-York terms.....), so he actually had to pay for a haircut. Doesn't sound like too much of an occasion, until you realize that Mum (and me after she died) had done Dad's haircuts since the last time he paid for one -- in March 1970. Yup, been 37 years since he forked over $ for a barber.