May 11, 2005


Oh, dear. Rebecca's tagged me. I'm It. Here's the game:

Pick 5 of the following and then complete the sentences. Then pass it on to 3 more of your blog friends! But no tag backs!

The Premise (pick 5):

If I could be a scientist?
If I could be a farmer?
If I could be a musician?
If I could be a doctor?
If I could be a painter?
If I could be a gardener?
If I could be a missionary?
If I could be a chef?
If I could be an architect?
If I could be a linguist?
If I could be a psychologist?
If I could be a librarian?
If I could be an athlete?
If I could be a lawyer?
If I could be an inn-keeper?
If I could be a professor?
If I could be a writer?
If I could be a llama-rider?
If I could be a bonnie pirate?
If I could be an astronaut?
If I could be a world famous blogger?
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world?
If I could be married to any current famous political figure?

Well, first off, I have to argue with the questions. Why is the premise that I am married to a famous political figure? Why can't I just be a famous political figure? Can't I be (in my imagination, of course!) Senator Hilary, and not be relegated to being just a First Lady? And don't even get me started on the political topic of why I no longer think our country will ever elect a woman president during my lifetime. (I used to think this was possible . . . I no longer do.)

And I shy away from the world-famous blogger question . . . just too much pressure. Would hope that my grounding in daily chores and daily introspection would overcome any silliness, any ego-inflation that fame might want to cast on me.

Without further ado, my answers to the questions:

If I could be a musician, I'd play moody piano music.

If I could be a librarian, I'd work in an elementary school and help the kiddos who are just learning to read and thrilled with their new skill to find literature that would open the world up to them.

If I could be a bonny pirate, I'd spend my days on Caribbean beaches drinking rum.... (I don't like heavy seas, I know already from experience!)

If I could be an athlete, I'd be a pitcher for a baseball team.

If I could be a painter, I'd be a watercolorist. My subject matter would be mothers and children, children, cats.

So, who'm I going to tag? How about Marti, Ryan, and Abby! Tag, you're it!

Rebecca and I are starting our book club to read Proust, beginning June 14! We'll meet in Seattle in the evening. E-mail me (or Rebecca) for more information.

Knitting news: At Ferals on Monday night, Norma challenged me to knit my Level II vest in two weeks . . . one week for the front of the vest, one week for the back. Okay, Norma, I am seriously considering this challenge, and really closing in on a decision about that vest. (Norma recently passed Level I.)

Also at Ferals on Monday night, I managed to knit one entire round (384 stitches!) of Sandness, plus a little more. That is remarkably productive, given how much conversation was going on, and how much stamping and labeling of the Guild newsletter I was participating in, too. (By way of comparison, Ryan mentioned to me on Monday evening that at the previous Ferals meeting, she knitted a grand total of one stitch. It ain't about the knitting....)

And, today, I finished knitting the first of my three cable swatches for Level II. (Swatch #14, that you saw a peek of in the photo in the previous blog entry. It looks better in real life, really!) I wrastled it onto the ironing board and blocked it. I lasso'd it with its proper tag. Now to get the documentation written up this evening, so that I can corral the works into the binder. Finishing fully. That's what I'm all about.

Posted by Karen at May 11, 2005 08:35 PM

Thanks for the, I think. Will probably get to my answers next week.

Posted by: Ryan at May 12, 2005 04:35 PM

You have already done so many things and accomplished so much, that I can certainly imagine you doing all of those activities. Congratulations on the progress of your knitting projects. I hope that you take time to really enjoy knitting the Level II vest. That will be the "fun" part of the level for you, and I would hate to see you plow through it. What's the rush?

Posted by: Anne at May 12, 2005 07:48 PM