This Week in Sniderville: 22

It’s been a while, yes?

I feel a little rusty, coming back to the blog after letting it languish for so long. When I was keeping up with the Sniderville posts it was easy to update you: I may have a memory like a goldfish, but I can remember all the goings-on of the past week. But I got busy doing everything else, until it all became a blur. I’m probably missing a ton of news, but here are some highlights:

– I knit half of a blanket that proved I should never do math unattended: rewrite the pattern? Sure thing, easy peasy, oh shit this thing is huge what am I doing. Let’s just say the width is longer than I had intended the length to be. Swatches are for sissies.

– I experienced my first Black Friday sale, wherein I gained a tablet for wondrous write-anywhere purposes and (temporarily) lost the feeling in my toes. Turns out it was -14 degrees Celsius that morning. Toes, schmoes, now I can write in bed while my husband sleeps!

– I picked up my long-dusty Tarot deck and have begun doing readings again.

I can’t promise I’ll be around much until after the holidays: I’ve pledged myself to an absurd amount of baking and knitting and might not sleep until January. But I wanted to stop by and say hi to you guys.

How was your week?

This Week in Sniderville: 2

Had the week off! Yeah, baby.

It was my birthday Monday, and the entire province of Ontario got the day off. You’re welcome, guys. I celebrated with some of the best friends ever, at a joint-birthday extravaganza that left some of us very drunk and some of us putting mustaches on fish. Or maybe that was just me. It was a long night.

I let the friendly vampires at Canadian Blood Services suck my blood:
give blood

I read the first piece of poetry, ever, that I found truly beautiful:
“Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.

Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke

I knit bears and a hat and slept until 1 every day.

I learned a convenient (and trustworthy, I’m sure) method of dealing with regrettable tattoos:

And today I went for birthday dinner at the in-laws’: roast beef. I said it was my Beefday, my husband said I’m not as funny as I think.

How was your week?