The view from inside Boys Town Jerusalem, site of the Oldest Teen's incarceration for the past 4 years
Joy to the Teens. Terror for the Mom. It's summers that make me think about taking a corporate job again, just so I can get away from the family for a few hours a day. Most of the year working from the house is bliss. Over vacations? Major suckage.
- Israelis, add this number to your speed dials: 050-800-60-60. The anti-expulsion hotline; all the activities, all the protests, all the time.
- For the person who visited after googling for "world's best scribe" -- he's here. Tell him Moze sent you.
I'm knitting as fast as I can
I don't think I have enough yarn to finish this sock.
If I knit fast, though, maybe I can outrun the deficit? Well, I didn't much care for it anyway. If I have enough to finish, I'll gift it to my sister. She wants socks -- no one ever knits for her -- and I want not to have to make her a pair every time I see her, so many this pair (with poorly done gussets and a truly icky colorway) will satisfy (or horrify) her enough.
Say goodbye to the Not-Yarn Along, aka the Industrial Monkey
Hey, Ma, it's tight on this needle!
Is this one of those shape thingies mathematicians knit up for their theses?
But, with a little perseverance, you too can end up with
The Thing that wouldn't stand!
This will probably end up in the trash some day. The ruffle is too heavy for the audio tape and pulls it down. The audio tape itself stinks. Literally. It gives off these noxious fumes that make me glad we've switched most of our music to CDs. Still, now I know that though a small amount of audio tape yarn is a good thing (cf. Fry-Up bag), it is not like chocolate; "too much" is a quickly reached limit.
Back to yesterday's post . American Idol vs. Kochav Nolad.
You get Simon:
We get Svika:
I'm just sayin'...