It’s official–my old computer is no more.  Fried.  Cooked.  Crispy.  Roasted beyond repair.  The damage was apparently done while I was in beautiful Walker Valley New York for the KR Retreat.  I use a surge suppressor, so it should have been safe, but it wasn’t.  I’m annoyed, but the thing was seven years old, couldn’t be upgraded because the case was too small for any of the processors on the market today, and had already endured a major dog-hair induced surgery (Kayo had managed to fill the case with his fur back before Scott and I switched offices–an excess of dog hair will indeed do strange things to a computer).  So now I need to buy a new computer.  Scott and my Step-Dad Jim are urging me towards a lap-top, and I am being indecisive.  Shocker.

So, that’s the long way of saying you shouldn’t be worried if I’m posting a bit less for a while.  We’re down to one computer in the house for now. 

We had a lovely holiday, cooked and ate great things with family, and then got to spend time with friends who were in town visiting their families and with lots of our local nearest and dearest.   We got to meet Saxon in person, we had some great Moroccan food, courtesy of the perfect combination of initial blind faith in a recipe I found on the web mixed with my sudden distrust for said recipe, which ended up serendipitously producing exactly the right tagine for my tastebuds.  We ate the famous chocolate hazelnut torte of the Danes (don’t worry Christine–the recipe will remain secret), I got to see a friend who I had lost contact with a decade ago, and then I got to beat the boys in a fun strategy game.  All in all, a wonderful long holiday weekend.

The mitered-square sockyarn blanket is growing, as are the kilt hose;  print o’ the wave is still stalled; some Rowan yarn is whispering to me about swatching for Scott’s sweater; and folks are hinting pretty loudly for handknit gifts.  We’re going for a long weekend in the mountains in a few days, armed with books, yarn, boots, great music, and our wonderful dog.  Ahhhhhhh.  I love every bit of autumn, even its waning. 

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