How can you tell that the weather has turned?
1) EVERYONE on my RSS reader list has updated their blog this week. That's the first time I can say that since the last snow melted in the spring. Good show, people!
2) I am grateful for a birthday gift knitted for me by my sister: an extremely fluffy infinity scarf in beautiful, warm fall-leaf colours. When wound twice around my neck it covers me almost up to my nose, which is much-appreciated when I have to stand for half an hour in a cold wind at the bus stop because traffic is horrible. (I.e. frequently.) An interesting fact about this scarf is that my sister did not use knitting needles. She knit it on her arms, like this:
Neat trick! What's next - leg knitting? Whole-human knitting? Where does it end?
Speaking of that side of my family, I forgot to warn you about Pickle-ball. Yes, Pickle-ball. Do you think I might be kidding? Maybe silly, whimsical Spark is imagining things? I don't blame you, but Pickle-ball is real. It's a sport somewhere in between badminton and table tennis, played with equipment and rules that are supposed to make it less strenuous than other racket sports.
Warning: Don't be fooled! Pickle-ball is supposed to be easy on middle-aged bodies, but my dad and step-mom were both suffering from pickle-ball injuries when I visited them on Thanksgiving weekend. Soon there will probably be an exposé: "Study shows epidemic of pickle-ball problems. FDA investigation to follow." You heard it here first.
What else is new? Nothing, and it's great.