(Remember Alfred E. Newman and MAD Magazine? My brother was a devotee in the 1960s, much to my mother’s annoyance. And of course I read it too. Avidly.)
Yesterday morning when I was going to work, a woman who works on my floor, with whom I exchange pleasantries when I see her, asked me agitatedly, “Are you worried about the possibility of going into lockdown here?”
I said “No, what’s the point of worrying?” She looked at me like I was nuts.
No worrying. That doesn’t mean one shouldn’t be prepared. So I’m putting together a “Shelter in Place” survival kit to keep at the office. A bottle of water, some protein bars, a small battery-run radio, and of course some knitting.
The chocolate colored cotton and pattern from the most recent Knitters that I mentioned yesterday. And appropriate needles of course.
That’s one way to get the durn thing knitted. If I’m trapped at work and it’s all I’ve got to knit.
I’m not trying to make light of the situation. But I’m not going to worry about it either. If it happens it happens and I’m as prepared as I’m gonna be.
Is the sincerest form of flattery, or so they say. I dunno. In some cases it’s just plain old plagarism, doncha think?
Odie’s Easter Socks!
I finished the first one. It certainly is nothing if not cheerful.
I leave you with “Repose With Catnip Mouse.”
Wherever you are . . . be careful out there.