Posted on October 6, 2004 at 1:21 am

Yesterday, I went on a hike with my friend, Florence, up Mount Monadnock in New Hampshire. It was two hours up, an hour on the summit admiring the skyline of Boston to the south and Mount Washington to the Northwest and eating lunch in the crystal sunshine, but bundled up in winter gear, and two hours down. The down was the hard part, fearing for my knees the whole way. I am paying for my jock behavior when I was in my youth.

We shared the mountain yesterday with the entire population of Lawrence Academy and the Westminster School class of 2005. Lawrence had the good manners to leave as we were ascending, but most of the Westminster seniors spent the lunch hour on the summit whooping like banshees. It wasn’t peaceful, but at least it was amusing. I was especially entertained when the boys stripped to their boxer-waistbands and mooned the yearbook camera.
I think this must have been a somewhat painful experience since they made more noise than ever. I was informed by the charming and bemused Headmaster’s wife that this is an annual school ritual. Future office holders I noticed seemed less than interested in having themselves thus immortalized; there were a few wise fellows who abstained, and joined the girls (future office holders and otherwise; girls are exempted from this humilation) in feeling superior.
Manos_lump

So why is this knit-blog worthy? Because I got to knit in the car both ways, making four hours of progress on the neck-down sweater I have commited the gorgeous bottle-green Manos to: Knitting Pure and Simple’s Bulky V-neck. This is the first time I’ve ever knit from the northern approach, and it seems a bit alien to completely surrender to a pattern like I feel I need to on this. But after the finishing odyssey of the Linen drape sweater, I will welcome the single piece that will be the finished product when I cast off. I count it as another new knitting exercise.

Floral_bag_growing

And here’s progress on the Floral Felted Bag. I am astonished that in spite of my colour choices feeling radically different from the prescribed ones in the pattern, that the bag bears a strong resemblance to the original. I guess I’m not much of a rebel after all.