And Now We Are Six

When I was one, I was just begun
When I was two, I was really new
When I was three ,I was barely me
When I was four, I was not much more
When I was five, I was almost alive
But now we are Six and clever as clever
I think we'll stay Six forever and ever.

~A A Milne



The Firefly

The firefly's flame
Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
person's posteerier.

Ogden Nash


Poems don't have to be long and full of profound thoughts to be true.  These are two of my enduring favorite authors.  Mr Milne because he created Winnie Pooh with whom I identify sometimes (bear of very little brain) and all the other characters in the 100 Acre Wood.

And Mr Nash.  Just because he uses the language so cleverly.  When I hear people say that they don't like poetry or don't "get" poetry, I steer them in his direction.  How can you not like someone who uses the word posteerier in a poem?

My hands have been hurting this last few weeks (nothing a little ibuprofen won't help) but it has slowed the sock knitting down considerably.  El did not get her March socks and I'm not sure I'll be able to finish Em's birthday socks.  I'm working on them when I can but the tiny needles and tight stitches put a strain on my hands I didn't even realize until they started to hurt.

I can work on some other, looser stitches and have been enjoying making the Violets shawl out of the beautiful water lillies yarn.  I brought it in today for Knit Group.  On a good day, there are 4 or 5 of us as the core group.  All week, various coworkers tell me "I have someone who's interested in your group".  If half of these folks ever showed up, we'd need a bigger room.  We all have a good chuckle.  They have no idea what they're missing.