Saturday, June 24, 2006
Dear friends, I have been home for two days, and I have had stories to tell, but alas, Real Life keeps intruding on my storytelling time with a vengeance. I will not bore you with excuses, at least not yet. I will just have to save them -- the stories, not the excuses -- for tomorrow night, after I return from Spin Out, the spinning/knitting party/Heifer International benefit at the Cherry Tree Fountain in Central Park, engineered by the beautiful and awe-inspiring Cara. The weather forecast for tomorrow is pretty dire -- thunderstorms, flash flood warnings -- but I'll be damned if a little thunder will keep an army of spinners away. 
In my defense, I will say that I did have something nifty planned for tonight. Originally I'd planned to post my Tales Out of Estes last night. Merrily I skipped hither and yon about the internets, collecting the URLs of all the delightful new friends I made over the weekend. Of course, I couldn't just collect those URLs without reading everyone's travelogues and looking at their pictures. Oh, look, I said to myself. That dowdy, lumpy old woman is wearing a shawl just like the one Snow knitted for me. And look! She's wearing a baseball shirt just like mine!
It took about seven seconds for the awful truth to descend upon my consciousness. Let's just say that I don't respond well to photographs, and spent the better part of four hours torturing Lloyd, my mother, and no fewer than three friends with my wails and moans about what a frumpy old misery I had turned into, and how said frumpy old misery in the photos bore no resemblance whatsoever to the new wave intellectual sex pixie that ruled my soul. It was hideous. Sorry, Lloyd. Sorry, Mom. Sorry, everyone unlucky enough to talk to me in the past 24 hours.
'mouse somehow managed to convince me -- don't ask me how -- that the cure for what ailed me would be to a) sing to him, and b) post it as an Audblog post. It only took me three hours and a strong coffee to give me the nerve to take him up on it, singing from the They Might Be Giants catalogue into the phone while Lloyd watched Scully scold Mulder in the next room. Now if only Audblog and TypePad would play nicely with each other and get the damn thing up, then we'd be laughing. As would you, no doubt. 
Tomorrow, dear friends, I promise.
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You are not dowdy or lumpy! But I know what you mean about seeing photographs of yourself and being displeased. I saw a couple of myself this week and thought, geez, I’d really better step it up at the gym. Have fun at spin out today! I want a complete report!
The photos I saw of you - all I saw was someone so very, very happy, having such a very, very good time, and with the most beautiful smile!
From my point of view, you are a national treasure.
I was wearing my own shawl the other day (it’s black and I bought it in LA in some trendy part of town so I thought it was cool) but Fred still told me that I “looked like an old grandma”. So let’s blame the shawls of the world for making us feel frumpy.
No respect to Snow’s knitting, of course (sorry, Snow), but we could always show our shawls a more private love instead of sharing them with the world?
Ahhh, geez, I love yinz guys. I *am* considerably less berserk than I was on Thursday, but I think that has more to do with humidity-based fatigue than with genuine enlightenment.
Incidentally, don’t listen to a word that Carole says (except for the part of having fun at Spin-Out). Her pictures are magnificent. She is a stone-cold fox, a beautiful soul, and she really knows her way around a big bag of fleece.
Oh, Sam, I’m afraid I can’t blame the shawl for my frumpiness. I just made a lace shawl for my mom, and she looks stunning in it, like a Woman Who Knows What’s What But Isn’t Telling. I’ll bet that you looked dead flash in yours, and that Fred just needs a gentle attitude adjustment. In truth, I may be overstating the frumpiness issue, as complete strangers were coming up to me at Wool Market and complimenting the beauty of the shawl, both the stitchwork and the color of the yarn. I need a gentle attitude adjustment, too.
‘mouse, m’love, I’m afraid the audblog post is not going to show up on its lonesome, and I may have to get the TypePad Help elves involved. Sorry, dearest. My out-of-key TMBG warbling will have to wait another day.
It was so great to meet you today at the Spin Out. Wish I could have joined you guys for eats! I sincerely hope our paths will cross again and thanks for showing us your beautiful haul!
I’ll keep coming back very regularly until I get to hear you sing. Get those typepad elves on it! 
(You know, of course, that I’d keep coming back anyway.)
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