Now that my mid-week mini-break is over, I can hopefully put together a decent post. Sorry about the Reader’s Digest version on Monday. I was hopelessly frustrated by tech problems and the approaching departure time. I do want to say, while it is nice to be out of the office for a couple of days, weekends (and weekend wanna-bees) are extremely exhausting. The monkeys plum tuckered me out. I’m happy to be back in the office. They pull no punches and are teaching me to look at all sorts of things in a different way. I have learned, probably not quickly enough, that quiet is a very bad thing when they are awake. I should seriously start jumping when they get up from a nap, but I’m slow in learning this lesson. Tuesday after nap they were playing in their room and it got quiet, but not that quiet that I should have been suspicious. Oh no. That would have been too easy. What did they get into you ask? Baby oil. I had some seriously slick toddlers. Yesterday wasn’t nap time, but general free-play and they took off for the new territory of their room. It got quiet. I moved faster this time and caught Alex spreading cat litter on his bed and floor. Eeeew. Can I just duct-tape them to the wall or something? Does it ever get easier? I’m friggin exhausted! It was two days of chasing little people, making sure they didn’t choke on whatever small thing they found and needed to taste sample. Making sure they didn’t stand on something they shouldn’t be. Then drying the tears and giving hugs when the inevitable fall happened. This is why they are cute, right, self-mechanism of theirs.
They did go to shul on Tuesday, but got ansty very quickly. We left the main sanctuary probably 10 minutes after we arrived. They did get to hear the Shofar blown, but didn’t seem overly impressed. I wound up outside with them as they ran around with a friend’s son while mom stayed inside. Yesterday, mom stayed home with the twins and I got to go to services. I met some very nice people and will probably wind up joining this Synagogue. It’s a smaller temple in my town that is in that rebuilding phase. While I was mortified that my kids were making noise during services, I got nothing but smiles from the other congregants. They were happy to see a new generation there. As one woman told me, they are the future. She’s right. Its just that I’ve spent my life in a temple that frowned on noisy children and encouraged their leaving the main sanctuary. They did provide babysitting services and junior congregations as an alternative. We’ll be taking the monkeys back next week for Yom Kippur. This time, I’m bringing the side by side stroller so that at least they are contained, if not quiet.
Other than the religious stuff and cleaning, I have been doing a little knitting. Here’s the closeup of the cable-y-goodness that is Twist. Love it. I finally made it off the ribbing of the second front piece this morning on the train. In the tradition of seemingly starting a new project every week, I started a new project. Elaine announced the contest specifics over on the EZasPi list. I had to give some thought to what I wanted to enter in the contest. Since I ordered that lovely J&S 1-ply cobweb, I really wanted to use that. I dug out my Shetland Lace books Tuesday night and curled up with them, scanning for a project that would be just right. While I found oodles of gorgeous shawls for cobweb, I didn’t think I’d really be able to finish them by the Nov 14 deadline. Well I probably could, but not with my wandering attention span (and exhausting toddlers). I struck on the "Fine Lace Stole and Scarf" from Gladys Amedro’s Shetland Lace. I’m going to attempt the stole. Here’s a picture I just found doing a search for the book (somewhere else other than my employer’s main competitor 
of a finished version of this stole. Pretty. I just got nervous when I read it took her 4 months?! I better get cracking 
I have 10.5 of the 21 scallops for the bottom edge done already. I started it yesterday morning while I waited for my mom to get out of Physical Therapy so she could take the monsters her grandchildren and I could go to temple. They were pretty awed by the swift /ballwinder combo, though they got over this awe quickly and I let them take turns helping me. It isn’t making for great train knitting as I’m using the ebony needles from Webs in a size 4. The pattern does call for a 3mm, but I didn’t have any and really a .5mm difference isn’t all that much. I did buy a couple of Susannes in Rosewood in 3, 3.5 and 4mm sizes, so I might switch when they arrive. Though if I do switch, I think I’ll go for the same size, I do hear the points are better. I’m finding the ebony a bit duller than I’d like.
Anyway….
Prey that the vitamins I started to take give me a better oomph than the coffee is.
Oh, fellow spinning / knitting bloggers, please welcome another to our spinning fold: Carole. She’s been seduced by the siren’s call that is spinning. Welcome Carole.
Craft on!
