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Work went well. Nice people, work I can handle, even some sitting out in the sunshine, which definitely seems like a good sign for a first day at work. ;O)

Knitting news! (Finally!) I've started Frode from Elsebeth Lavold's book Viking Patterns for Knitting. I'll get a picture taken this afternoon. Gotta run!

posted by Theresa | 8:02 am | 

Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go...

posted by Theresa | 7:50 am | 

Absent, but not gone.

Not near the computer in days and days and days either. I'm not entirely sure why, but I did get the job! It's at an day-center for developmentally disabled adults. I'm very excited and very nervous. (First day is Tuesday.) In the meantime, I've been trying to read more Norwegian literature ...

(Overly?) Ambitious Reading List ::

• Fiskerjente by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
• Peer Gynt (norsk versjon)
• Gift by Alexander Kielland
• as well as Skipper Worse and Garman og Worse

I'm still going to the Tae Kwon Do classes two times a week. I haven't really been able to walk very well for the past two days... ... my quadriceps have been angry with me since Wednesday night. Amalie and I are going to try for our yellow belts in a couple of weeks. One of the things we have to "get" is the Il Jang Poomse but not to worry, she's helping me.

posted by Theresa | 12:41 pm | 

Here's the other thing I made over the weekend...

...and I've checked out an alarming number of books about quilting from the library the last two times I've been there.

Oh, yeah :: This thing is a pocket do-lolly (it's a technical term) that goes over the arm of a chair to hold small things... currently it's holding a half-finished sock.

posted by Theresa | 5:58 pm | 

Dangerous Chunky was one of the very first weblogs I ever saw and I am very sad to see it go...

posted by Theresa | 6:56 pm | 

Here's the other thing I did over the weekend:

The girls helped! :O)

posted by Theresa | 6:26 pm | 

I have to brag a bit. I managed Ibsen's Et Dukkehjem over the weekend! (Okay, okay, the television died and I had to have something to do...) I realized I had read the English translation in high school. (But that's been a while now.)

Helmer is very easy to dislike earlier on, but this certainly helped ::

Helmer: What, already? Does this knitting belong to you?
Mrs. Linden: [Takes it.] Yes, thanks; I was nearly forgetting it.
Helmer: Then you do knit?
Mrs. Linden: Yes.
Helmer: Do you know, you ought to embroider instead?
Mrs. Linden: Indeed! Why?
Helmer: Because it's so much prettier. Look now! You hold the embroidery in the left hand, so, and then work the needle with the right hand, in a long, graceful curve - don't you?
Mrs. Linden: Yes, I suppose so.
Helmer: But knitting is always ugly. Just look- your arms close to your sides, and the needles going up and down...

Further Reading available at Ibsen.net.

posted by Theresa | 3:49 pm | 

Ooo, a pictorial Norwegian dictionary! This nifty little page includes items having to do with håndarbeid which are handcrafts (lit. hand-work) and rengjøring :: which means "cleaning" but I choose to overlook the fact that they think those two are connected. The page works best if your browser is wide open. Otherwise it may point to weird spots if you click on the words...

Yes, there may be a quiz tomorrow... ;o) (Want more? Go here.)

posted by Theresa | 10:51 pm | 

Emma wants pictures, Emma gets pictures. Here's Sissel and Robin, knitting on a Rowan All-Seasons Cotton sweater and a toe up-sock, respectively. And over here are Elizabeth, Tore and Janne, 2 socks on 2 circulars, what promises to be a very snazzy handbag of Alafoss Lopi and a very sweet, pleated doll skirt. I'm safely tucked away on the other side of the camera. ;o)

posted by Theresa | 2:38 pm | 

And The Spring Issue of Knitty is live!

Here's a direct link to my bit... What am I dyin' to make? Sitcom Chic!

Speaking of Miss Bonnie Marie's patterns, I finally got the snaps sewn onto my Ribby Cardie last night! I was going to use a zipper, but the first zipper I bought turned out to be too long. I went to the store on Saturday, called home and talked my wonderful husband into using the measuring tape, and bought a zipper. I mentioned this to the SnB ladies yesterday (who were here for an afternoon of knitting, crocheting and eating ourselves silly*) and they kindly pointed out that I had not acquired a delbart glidlås, but in fact was holding a zipper that didn't come apart at the bottom. Argh, argh and double argh. Snaps it was.

*Yesterday was Fastelavns, the Sunday before Ash Wednesday, when it is traditional to eat boller med krem and a slice of marsipan. I made Black-bottom pie. I think that ought to hold me until Easter.

posted by Theresa | 3:27 pm | 

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
He is all pine and I am apple-orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down!" I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

- Robert Frost

posted by Theresa | 3:17 pm |