On that old TV show, “Laverne and Shirley,” that little hopscotch rhyme they do at the start of the theme song — it goes:
“one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
I mention it because:
I’m doing a Spiral Staircase Hat, leftward twisting version, but I’m using a DK weight yarn on a US4(3.5 mm) needle, so I had to adjust the pattern to a cast-on of 90 stitches. I threw in an increase to 99 stitches in the hat body to make 11 stitches instead of 8 in the sections. I also changed up the order of the stitches to “kfb, k8, ssk” in the hat section to give it a slightly different look. So I’m knitting away at it, and all the sudden, I’m chanting the little Laverne and Shirley rhyme as I knit and it fits exactly what I’m knitting. . . . !
one, two, (kfb) three, four, five, six, seven, eight, (the next 6 knit stitches)
schlemiel, schlimazel, (the next 2 knit stitches)
Hasenpfeffer (slip 2 knitwise) Incorporated. (knit slipped stitches together through the back loop — which is how you do an ssk.)
As to how (never mind why) my brain dredged up that rhyme and discovered it fit what I was knitting and then just put it in my mouth . . . Very strange. Probably the prednisolone. I get really wired when I take it — like practically bouncing off the walls. I’m on day 4 of a 5-day “burst” of the stuff. Thank goodness I take my last dose tomorrow.
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Oh… prednisolone. I can relate – it makes the mind strangely creative and the body restless. Hope that at least it does the job and helps you feel better!
Here I is, just checking in. It’s been chaos around here since last Friday. The good news is that I came home to a note from my apartment complex that they intended to change all the sprinkler heads in our apartments and generally upgrade the fire alarm system.
The bad news was that we had to be sure every sprinkler head was available to the work crews, with easy access. I have eleven sprinkler heads. Three are in closets — which had to be completely emptied. One is above my bed, which had to be moved. Ditto, for my big china cabinet, the dining room table, etc. and so on. I ended up literally having to tear this place apart — for one thing, I couldn’t move the cabinets without emptying them of their china and glassware. Sigh.
So, I decided since I was going to have to do all that anyway, I might as well declare a huge spring clean, and get after it.
I am exhausted. I’m just beginning to recover at this point, but I kind of know how that cat feels.