February 25, 2008
I Love Quizzes,
Yes, I do! teabird, Carrie K, and I should all rule Saturn. How do you imagine that would go? Can’t say I agree with all of the points this quiz makes, though.
I am apparently from Saturn, as well. How about that?
:)!
You Should Rule Saturn |
![]() Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye. You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, you don’t always follow the rules of nature. You are not an easy person to befriend. However, once you enter a friendship, you’ll be a friend for life. |
February 22, 2008
Every Ten Days
That seems to be my posting schedule so far:). Not much going on. BlueViolet and I (known as pix on Ravelry) started a new group on Ravelry – Knitting 19th-Century Novels. With the unasked for untimely demise of KTC through a Blogger error, we wanted to continue the idea. There are some changes – there are two months to read and discuss each title, and all of the knitted/crocheted projects are posted on Ravelry. If you’re interested, drop by! The first book starts 1 March – Alice in Wonderland. I can’t believe I’ve never read it.
February 12, 2008
Different and Yet the Same
This is my new blog. It doesn’t exactly have more purpose than my last one, but I’ll try:)! It happened because (no offense, exactly) Blogger ate my blogs! All of them. And the Gmail account attached to them. It’s been a big problem for Blogger lately. So there you are, and here I am at WordPress. I’m still trying to find my way around my new blog options, but I promise more haiku, more knitting, more book “reviews” and the like.
Here’s a new haiku, trying to lighten a semi-serious situation of mine:
Glowing from within.
Shall that be my fate after
Radiation ends?
February 2, 2008
A New Beginning…
Thanks to this site, found by Becky and teabird, I am participating in a Bloggers Silent Poetry Reading, with a favorite from Frost:
The Secret Sits
“We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.”
And an old haiku of my own:
Watching the snow fall,
Each flake its own little world,
Quietly perfect.