Knitting, Sci-fi and other stuff...

     To say I've been busy lately would be an understatement.  Still working evenings on top of the two nights I agreed to and my normal weekends.  I've also been getting cake orders again.  I love to bake and everyone at work seems to think my scratch cakes are special somehow.  Baking I guess is genetic memory too.  So awhile back I established that I would bake for a nominal fee.  I did the goodbye cake for a co-worker who is transferring to another site.  I am about to finish an anniversary cake for another co-worker.  Yesterday I frantically made brownies for a birthday.  I like to stay busy but this may be getting ridiculous.  Okay on to knitting.  I finished Vinyard.  It looks horrible but, I finally figured out the pattern (on the last repeat).  I plan to try that one again, hopefully with more success this time.  I also finished the baby hat, that one I am super happy with.  Now I am pounding out dishcloths.  I have a co-worker who orders thirty each year for her husba

     Kind of lonely, my cats are visiting their grandparents.  I have nothing fuzzy to cuddle with, the mice don't really count since they don't hold still very well.  Anyway that's neither here nor there.  I was thinking on my drive home from work about the history of knitting in my family.  Both my grandmothers knit and crocheted.  My paternal grandmother still does both which is what got me back into knitting the Christmas before last.  My mom used to knit like crazy for myself and brother.  She evidently did alot of consignment knitting before I remember too for some extra income.  (My parents are dairy farmers.)  I have several aunts who also used to knit and one who still does.  My great-aunts still knit as far as I know, so needless to say it's a pretty rich family history.  I was officially taught to knit when I was 10 or 11.  I distinctly remember knitting a dishcloth, maybe two.  Then a pink scarf to match the pink hat mom had made me.  I still have the scarf