There's an oriole in the pear tree
Not, "There's an Oreo in the pantry," or more bizarrely, "There's an Oreo in the pear tree," which are the two things the Fool thought I was calling to tell him, rather than my latest ornithological observation.
(I'd just called him to go on about what a pill his son was being, so I felt like I should give him something nice to think about too. Instead, he thought he was getting some kind of weird cookie update.)
I finished a pair of socks for Rachel the other night. These were so much fun to knit; Socks That Rock in Puck's Mischief, a pattern from Knitting Vintage Socks. Now the needles are free again, which is good, as I have a sock project in the works that's going to be a lot of fun.
We've been gigging a lot lately, which has been a challenge because Jamie is really trying hard to learn to walk and so tends to be kind of clingy when he's not staggering around holding onto furniture with one hand. It's tough, because we take these gigs months in advance and sort of guess as to what Jamie might be up to when the actual date comes. These days, our strategy centers on keeping him well fed, because he seems happier with a full stomach, like anyone, really. But usually, Jamie ends up on our backs. He slept on my back during the Saturday night Milwaukee Irish set dance gig.
Then on Monday, the Cosmic Otters played our home dance, which was terrific fun. We did well, too, which makes me happy, because Friday night, at the Delafield contra dance weekend, I think we'll be in great form.
Jamie hangs out with the Fool while we tune.
I had to take a couple breaks to nurse, and Jamie wanted to sit on my lap while I played guitar, which is nice in concept, but trying in practice, because he likes to hold the guitar neck. One set of tunes like that, and then he went back on the Fool for the rest of the dance.
I don't get this expression of his at all. But note how he's fretting the bass strings at, like, the 11th fret. So helpful. At least he wasn't messing around with the tuning pegs. I hate to think what will happen when he figures out how to turn them.
(I'd just called him to go on about what a pill his son was being, so I felt like I should give him something nice to think about too. Instead, he thought he was getting some kind of weird cookie update.)
I finished a pair of socks for Rachel the other night. These were so much fun to knit; Socks That Rock in Puck's Mischief, a pattern from Knitting Vintage Socks. Now the needles are free again, which is good, as I have a sock project in the works that's going to be a lot of fun.
We've been gigging a lot lately, which has been a challenge because Jamie is really trying hard to learn to walk and so tends to be kind of clingy when he's not staggering around holding onto furniture with one hand. It's tough, because we take these gigs months in advance and sort of guess as to what Jamie might be up to when the actual date comes. These days, our strategy centers on keeping him well fed, because he seems happier with a full stomach, like anyone, really. But usually, Jamie ends up on our backs. He slept on my back during the Saturday night Milwaukee Irish set dance gig.
Then on Monday, the Cosmic Otters played our home dance, which was terrific fun. We did well, too, which makes me happy, because Friday night, at the Delafield contra dance weekend, I think we'll be in great form.
Jamie hangs out with the Fool while we tune.
I had to take a couple breaks to nurse, and Jamie wanted to sit on my lap while I played guitar, which is nice in concept, but trying in practice, because he likes to hold the guitar neck. One set of tunes like that, and then he went back on the Fool for the rest of the dance.
I don't get this expression of his at all. But note how he's fretting the bass strings at, like, the 11th fret. So helpful. At least he wasn't messing around with the tuning pegs. I hate to think what will happen when he figures out how to turn them.
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That is a great look on his face. I see plans for world domination percolating.