Dear Kay,

I’ve got to tell you, that after I made arrangements with your allegiant friend Ann to meet up in Nashville. I got a little spooked. I mean sure, she likes you and you like her and that whole thing seems to be working out, what with the blog and the book and the er…creative baby blankets you seem to be turning out all team-style, but you’re a remarkable woman. I’ve had several conversations with you and even though I babble and gasp and never quite get over the whole “omigosh I’m talking to Kay” thing, you’ve never once looked me dead in the eye and said “I have no idea what you’re going on about. Please stop.”

That ability, the one to stand there and pretend to engage a rampaging multiloquent freak in conversation is rare. Maybe Ann didn’t have it? Maybe she wouldn’t like me. I mean, I’ve never log-cabined anything in my life, not even in bad colours and well. I was nervous. I compensated by ironing my shirt, which should be some real indication of how far gone I was. At the appointed hour I took the sock to the lobby and sat there turning the heel.

Right on time, at the exact minute that she said she walked Ann, and I have to tell you Kay, that despite seeing pictures of her and understanding on an intellectual level that she was not going to be Ann Patchett…it really does come as a blow. She was however, despite the lack of Patchettness, gracious and charming, and taller than I thought and I took a deep breath and got in her car.

(The deep breath had the added benefit of Shutting Me Up for 3.4 seconds.) We drove off then, to show a wee Canadian sock a little Nashville, and I was pretty much instantly overcome. Like an idiot I sat in Ann’s car unable to have a proper conversation, because whatever Ann was saying, whatever I was saying, I was impelled by forces related to the long, dark Canadian winter to goggle out the window every two seconds and say something to the effect of “It’s so GREEN” or “There are leaves on the trees!” or “That man has no shirt on!” I’m sure that you have some idea of how this feels Kay, living in New York as you do, but my little brain simply cannot accept that there could be roses and peonies and leaves in full, luscious leaf in April. I’m sure Ann thought me quite stunned. Try to explain to her, will you?

Ann had been charged with the solemn duty of finding local flavour to appease the sock, so we drove through Nashville, me agape, Ann poised and thoughtful, every inch a gracious tour guide. We saw many things Ann and I, and were even beset upon by grey squirrels in the park.


It was funny at first. At first it was like Ann was Snow White, you know that perfect Disney moment in that movie when the fetching Snow White is in the forest and the birds and small woodland animals are drawn to her because of her goodness? At first it was like that. Then they got closer. Then they started rushing at us. It was when they got into a tree overhead (MUM! Rhododendrons are a freaking tree here! Not a wee bush that you coddle through the winter with a burlap blanket and heaps of snow in the faint hope of having 30cm of bush in the spring, but a TREE.) that Ann and I decided that our work in the park was done.

Ann showed me stuff. Good stuff. Prime blogging stuff. (You are lucky, dear Kay, to be blogging with a woman with an innate grasp of the stuff that blog dreams are made of.) She took the sock to the Parthenon,


Not that crappy falling down one in Greece that has no air conditioning, but an honest to gosh magnificent full-scale reproduction of same, complete with (Brace yourself)


A gilded Athena of goddesslike proportions in the centre.

The sock has never seen it so good. (There will be no living with it now.) There was Tammy Wynette’s house (she doesn’t live there. I don’t know if this will be as sad for you as me Kay, but she apparently passed some time ago.)


(Both Ann and I agree that if we were so lucky as to buy Tammy Wynette’s house – and we may have considered it, we wouldn’t ever have taken the big gold T W off of the gate. Ever.)

When all of the hijinks with squirrels and socks and Athena (I’ll never get over the wonder of that) we were reminded of our obligations


and we set out for Threaded Bliss, where I quaked at the thought of walking in the steps of your joint knitting greatness. More about that tomorrow, for I’m plumb tuckered out by the trip from Nashville to Lexington KY, and a terrifying reception at the University of Kentucky. (I didn’t get “bless your heart”ed once, which must mean that I’m getting the hang, though I’m still overcome by an urge to lie on the floor with a cool cloth on my entire face.)

Thanks for the loan of your blog buddy. She’s swell. If you hadn’t of snapped her up, I’d be all over it. I miss her already.


PS. (And Kay can stop reading now) Because I don’t have it in me to answer the emails, here’s where I’ll be tomorrow.

Lexington, KY – Bluegrass Book Festival. The Lexington Center, 430 West vine Street, Lexington KY.

10-12 signing at booth #98

3-4 signing at booth # 98

Speaking in the “Thoroughbred 6” room at 4pm.

82 thoughts on “Dear Kay,

  1. Sounds like you’re getting a bit whirlwind-ed, but at least you’re having a great time along the way.

  2. Enjoy the green. It’s just starting to peak through the ground here in Calgary. I was practically jumping up and down when I saw the new shoots of grass. Have fun and stop to smell the skiens.

  3. You IRONED your shirt?? Dude. I’m imPRESSed. (Sorry – bad joke – no sleep, up with a sick child all night and day)
    I bought Ann and Kay’s book (and Fiona’s and yours), and I’m jealous – I want to meet them. Fiona signed my copy – now I have to stalk Ann and Kay and you. Please kidnap them and bring them back to Canada, ok?

  4. We have Rhododendron trees in Halifax, NS. There are huge ones in the Public Gardens. I think they’re the only thing that survived Huricane Juan. 😉

  5. “Plumb tuckered out?” What great use of southern colloquialism – you are getting the hang of this thing!
    Threaded Bliss misses YOU already.
    Thanks again.

  6. You’re getting to meet all of my favourite people. You have more energy and stamina than I have in my pinky. Reading about all your travels is exciting and nerve-wracking all at once. It takes courage, I tell you, to speak to all those people – strangers and all.
    I have to tell you that because of you I am knitting socks, because of you I have joined sock groups and please note that I swore I would never knit socks.
    You were my first blog-reading experience and now there are many. Would you believe that a lot of people don’t even know what a “blog” is? Well, I didn’t either, until I met you via a friend, a fan of yours. She just lent me four of your books because I haven’t been able to buy them. She must have been at a book signing because one of them is signed especially for her by yourself. Oh, Man, and she didn’t even tell me.
    I love the book. I’m also a fan. I congratulate you with all my heart!
    Connie (a fellow Canadian)

  7. I have never been to Nashville, and I have never seen Athena. Yet another respect in which you are way, way ahead of me.

  8. Well, bless your heart. You are taking this tour thing quite well. It was kind of interesting to hear your reaction of “the south”. I didn’t realize we had it so good (men with their shirts off) and so green. I am happy to have four equal season a year in North Carolina.

  9. Sounds like even with all the busy-ness you are experiencing, you are enjoying yourself…which is good. Hope you are able to get enough rest!

  10. I was seriously thisclose to roadtripping down from Detroit to see you in Lexington (one of my old stomping grounds)! I think you’ll like Kentucky, especially so close to Derby Day…it’s a party there from here ’til next Saturday. Have a mint julip or two for me!

  11. OH my Lord !!! The sock doesn’t look the least bit intimidated at the Parthenon or in front of Athena. Guess it is getting used to travelling and seeing all these GREAT sites. OH oh oh just jumped over to Threaded Bliss and the pictures are GREAT. A “whack” of Laughing spell struck knitting people and ” Our Harlot” keeping them that way standing in front of a sea of colour. SUPER!!! oh how I wish I had been there . Who had you bent over laughing at the table ? It must have been a GOOD one !! Even if you are a bit tired you sure keep us all entertained and give us our daily smiles . Thank you so very much. Have fun / Rhododendrons as big as freeking TREES ??? !!! Wish I had seen them too !!

  12. Some socks just have all the fun. 🙂
    …anyone else have to look up “multiloquent”?

  13. I’ve been hit by the green before. Lived a good while in Alabama, stayed a spell in El Paso TX. Going from El Paso (bone dry dusty) to the humid humid GREEN of Alabama – yipes! I don’t think we should be able to do that. Not good for us to get so confused.
    Now I’m in Oakland, where it’s green all rainy winter and brown all summer and it’s summery in the fall but with autumn leaves depending on the plantings. I think spring gets in there somewhere too, but we might have missed it this year.
    What an awesome guide through Nashville!

  14. My knitting group is coming to see you in Lexington tomorrow… be prepared for unashamed begging to come to the “real” Kentucky city: Louisville! We’ve got the Derby, baby, and we’re only an hour away. We’ll even give you a ride.

  15. I’m so glad you got to see Nashville’s ‘gilded Athena of goddesslike proportions’
    …and that statue in the Parthenon, too! (Ba dump bump). In fact, when I’m feeling kind of affectionate, I occasionally call out to Ann ‘hey! gilded Athena! you with the goddesslike proportions!’
    Yet, now you know the sad truth: one tries, but one really never gets over the utter lack of Patchett in the woman.
    By the way, and not for nothing, but she’s never taken me to a single one of those cool sites. I think once we drove by the Parthenon and she said, there’s the fake Parthenon, and that was it. You got the Grand Tour. Wish I’da been there, is all.
    xoxo Kay

  16. Thought you were in Greece for a moment, but I have it on good authority the Parthenon there STILL has some scaffolding around it!!
    Wow – you are having a blast. Do you ever get to sleep though?

  17. PLEASE come to Texas! I’m not even specifying San Antonio (because, frankly, that would be too much to ask), but Austin or Houston or even Dallas….

  18. I am going to be one of the “stalkers” tomorrow in Lexington. I am very excited to say the least. I know you will be fine and very funny. Looking forward to seeing you!

  19. Glad to see you made it to Lexington all in one piece although tired I am sure. You won’t remember me-I was at the St Louis event the other night-almost at the end of the line…I had no idea you were coming to Lexington! My hometown! The best KY city of all (wink wink) despite what others may say! 🙂 Have a great time and y’all should take the sock to the Triangle Park downtown. It’s not far from the Lex Center and it’s beautiful!

  20. Trees with leaves? Warm enough for men to go shirtless – I sure do hope he was youngish and good looking. Sock must be having the bestest time.

  21. Oops! Triangle Park very nice waterfalls etc…I meant to say Thoroughbred Park…Bronze exhibit depicting a horse race in action. Pretty neat and well very “KY”.

  22. If your agent would book your tours even further south, you could find azaleas over 10 feet tall and green everywhere in March. Rhododendrum are cousins to the azaleas…too warm for Rhododendrum here.
    Don’t you think you could talk to your agent of moseying or sashaying yourself down to the deeper south? I would just about travel to Atlanta which is about 5 hours from here to see you. Nashville is 8 hours away at least!
    Bless your heart, you aren’t doing too badly with our southern expression – remember we are “knittin” (rhymes with kitten) here and not “knitting”

  23. Please be very careful and stay away from ANY gray squirrels that you see. They are organized, and are no doubt following orders from the squirrel that steals your fleece.
    They want the sock.

  24. I and my blog were Thrilled beyond measure to see your photograph of Ann, the sock and my blog’s namesake (that would be Athena) all shining there together. Many happy travels to you.

  25. Ahh, the Parthenon…such a perfect reproduction that in an art history class, we looked at photos of the reproductions to get a sense of the work as a whole.
    I’m also going to shamelessly beg your agent to schedule an Atlanta stop. There’s a good number of us down here 🙂

  26. I hope you enjoyed your visit to my much loved alma mater, UK. My vote too is going to be for a sock pic in Thoroughbred Park, though Triangle Park is across the street and holds a special fondness for me. We used to love to play in the fountains as kids. Kentucky’s the best place in the world to be this time of year with the Keeneland Spring Meet (horse racing in Lex) ending today and Derby next week! It’s a big party through April and May. Louisville may be bigger but Lexington’s much prettier. 🙂

  27. Dear Stephanie,
    I was sitting at Threaded Bliss making a mitered square MDK blanket last night laughing so much that I kept messing up my decreases. You are hysterical. I had lunch with Ann earlier in the day and she told me to come and hear your talk. I’d never even been to your website. Earlier in the day I was cleaning out a closet and found two huge blankets that my grandmother knit for me when I was a baby (one was a pink and blue scallop pattern, pre-ultrasound). As you spoke, I was thinking she would have loved to have heard you go on about knitting the way you did. It was such a solo sport with solo thoughts back then. Knitting and talking about knitting have reached new heights. I’m amazed, amused and inspired by you (and Ann and Kay). Thanks.

  28. Don’t you want to come to Huntsville, Alabama to not only see more beautiful green, but a Saturn V rocket? Ann and Kay have done it, and lived to blog the blog. Plus, I’d love to have my books signed before I wear them out completely with all the re-reading of favorite parts.
    I’m glad you weren’t “bless your heart”-ed while you were in Tennessee. My best friend, formerly of St. Louis, swears that it’s Southern for “you poor, dumb fool.”

  29. Ah, yes the infamous “Bless your heart.” I can assure you that it is indeed a bad thing to hear that. It’s what you say when you can’t think of anything nice to say to someone. My sister lives in Tenessee and she confirmed that it’s not good.
    Athena in Nashville … Holy He**. Love the promptness sign. Got a good laugh about that. I think I need one.

  30. I’m so glad you came to visit and so glad you had so much fun! I laughed my rear-end off.
    PS – Nashville in April is nothing compared to Nashville in July. Though the heat will kill you, you’ve never seen ANYTHING as gorgeously green in all your life.
    (I heard you might be coming back, and I wanted to warn you. It’s hot.)

  31. That sock travels better than I do. Kinda reminds me of Flat Stanley. Do kids do Flat Stanley projects in Canadian schools?

  32. Yes Liz – Flat Stanley is alive and well in Canadian schools too. But I don’t think he’s as well-travelled as the sock!!

  33. Well, I wandered over to the Threaded Bliss page and after seeing the photos there, I have to say: Your hair looked great! In a Tennessee April, no less. I’m very impressed!

  34. Am I the only one that doesn’t get the reference to Ann Patchett? I linked to the link and I still don’t get it. Feeling stupid…

  35. Just yesterday I read about the repro Parthenon in Nashville, and there you get to see it, and magnificent gilt Athena! I’m so jealous.
    Oh, and YES, definitely come to Texas (preferably Austin) – I’ll even skip class to come hear you! But come soon (or not between May and September), because the heat is ramping up!

  36. Did you see the scary “Music” statue in Nashville town? The one that’s a ring of bronze unclothed people apparently dancing? The one where one of the statues got a swift whack with a mallet at some point in the not so distant past to make him less, umm, enthusiastic? You HAVE to see the statue!
    And thanks a million for coming to St Louis, I had a blast even with sitting on the floor for an hour.

  37. Hello Stephanie
    Long time reader, first time commenter…
    Can I just say, “You could come to Vancouver and see green all year long and rhododendrons the size of giants (not to mention the magnolias and wisterias and…) and then you could come dazzle us with the wit that everyone keeps raving about.” I have 3 knitting shops within walking distance to my house, so I’m pretty sure you would have clicking needles to shout over – besides, where else can you have the sock with mountains, sea, and rhododendrons, all in one picture? ‘Course, you could come for the roses, or the bulbs, or the hydrangeas, or the camelias, or…
    Keep travelling, enjoy it and take time for home to keep sane so you can enjoy the travel! Love your sense of humour – want you to keep it. And congratulations on your success.

  38. Beverly – the Patchett reference is an Ann/Kay thing. I’m not entirely sure it’s over on their blog, but it’s immortalized by Ann in Knit Lit the Third.

  39. Kelly is right, you *should* go to Vancouver. I went a couple summers ago, strolled through Stanley Park and was astounded by the rhododendron trees and blue hydrangea “trees” also. I’m in KW, previously of Toronto, originally of Windsor. And you know, you wouldn’t think there was a difference between Toronto and Windsor climate-wise, but there so is. They always have green and flowers at least a month before us. But with our cold climes also come many a warm woolen garment… so I guess it’s a tradeoff. Flowers vs. fleece. Difficult to choose, but it’s harder to snuggle up with a flower, so maybe winter’s not such a bad thing…

  40. I, too, lived in a colder climate and then moved to the green lushness of Oregon’s Willamette valley. Every once in a while it snows and it is so weird because the grass is soooo green in the winter. Weird. By the way side. I’ve bought your book and I’m loving it so far. Sadly I’ve had to put it down because relatives are coming to dinner and I must pay some attention to my house.

  41. While I’m glad that you got to see the “fake” Parthenon, NOTHING rivals seeing the real thing – even with the scaffolding and without Athena! There’s over 2000 years of history up there on the Acropolis! I’ve been up there, sans knitting though, and it is an incredible site!!! BTW, they knit in Greece, too… at least I do when I’m there 😉
    Love reading the exploits of the sock, and all 3 of your books! Thanks for lots of laughs!!!

  42. i know people probably say this all the time, but i’ve just got to say it again. reading your blog makes me happy. not in a silly sappy way (well, ok, that too), but mostly in a warm, snuggled up under a nice afghan with hot chocolate and a good book or a good friend kind of happy.

  43. Stephanie,guess what?? guess what??? As you know, I cannnot knit–I’m lacking the gene–and my Mom and Mother in law are both gone, so I’ve pretty much given up on the handknits. BUT my neighbor just stopped over with 4 knitted hats–complete with tassels– for each of my kids!!Four colors, four sizes! His mother-in-law, whom I have never even met, knitted them for my girls!! I feel loved.

  44. Gee, Steph – given your, ehem, history with squirrels, I’m surprised you were so tolerant of these 🙂 I’d have thought they would be your sworn enemy for life! Bless your heart, hon 🙂

  45. Stephanie, I remember the first time I traveled from upstate NY…..COLD….to North Carolina in April….it was like heaven with all the sunshine and flowers!! Soak up as much as you can. I went to Barnes and Noble in Phoenix today and couldn’t find your books. I asked for them and she said “WHO??”…..well…..I told her who!! And added that Phoenix is on your tour list so they better be getting in some of your books !!! They did have 2, the new one and the “Secret Life of a Knitter”..but only had a couple of copys of each. Most of the time I think that Phx. is so far behind the rest of civilization…….maybe its the side effect of all that heat ! ha…….so here I sit skipping between each book….reading a little here and there and smiling, and chuckling, and laughing out loud !!! Thanks so much for being so entertaining……..and for sharing so much of yourself!! Don’t forget to get some rest!! I wish I could see you saturday…say HEY to Sue Grafton for me, I love her books too.

  46. Ms. Harlot,
    What a fun evening to see you the other night at Threaded Bliss. We were so pleased to have you in Nashville and you did not disappoint. My children were sad for me (as they repeatedly said), though, because they went out with Dad for errands and ice cream while I stayed at the knitting store- I missed the ice cream! “Mommy, *why* would you want to miss ice cream?!” Ice cream, Shmice cream- the Harlot beats Maggie Moos! Thanks again for your sock advice, I will have to e-mail the progress once I begin.
    P.S. I was browsing comments and I think we all need to help amylou out. Someone needs to successfully teach that girl to knit! She’s felt the knitted love of a neighbor, and I bet she’s ready now. 🙂

  47. Have you heard of squirrel fishing? There are hundreds of squirrels on campus here and almost every day, you walk by someone attempting to feed/pet/catch a squirrel.
    Of course, with your experiences with the fleece-stealing squirrel, I’m sure you don’t trust the little buggers.

  48. Ah to be so close and yet so far. Even when you great people get close, I can’t come out and see you. Well some day I will have to make a pilgrimage to see you. I am sure there will be more books with tours. If I keep telling myself that, I won’t be so bummed.
    Glad you had such a great time out this way.

  49. uh oh. . . . .
    I thought people were being nice to me when they said “bless your heart.”
    I’m now searching through my feeble brain to figure out who I have to get back to and say “What the hey??”

  50. By now you’ve found that green has probably appeared in TO also. It’s defnitely spring here in western New York, got a bit of pink from the sun and have even cut the grass once! Spring is the reason we put up with winter up north!

  51. Between Ann’s blog entry and yours, it sounds like you all had a wonderful time in Nashville! Of course, you make it sound like Toronto has arctic tundra by comparison… It’s a pity you’re not coming anywhere near NC. Have a safe trip!

  52. I am going to just *sob*.
    Not only did I have to unravel an entire sock this weekend because my working gauge was larger than my test gauge, but I didn’t get a chance to see you in Nashville.
    I took a picture of my husband and daughter when she was brand new on a bench just like the one in the Ann & squirrel picture in that very park. In fact, you can see where she was born from there.
    The Parthenon is something to behold, for certain. I don’t like how they’ve done her eyes because they’re supposed to be grey and not blue. I don’t think *she* likes it either. But – we have the best Parthenon in the whole world and I’m glad you and the sock got to see it.
    Perhaps if you come to Murfreesboro, the sock will want to see the geographic center of Tennessee.
    …or not. You will have to ask the sock.

    Sorry, just had to share that.
    I also got Stitch and Bitch-Knitting Handbook. w00t!
    I hope once you’re home you’ll let us know what’s up with the summer tour schedule! I really want to get to meet you, you’re my hero!

  54. No doubt Stephanie will make it back to Vancouver, folks; she’s been there once, how can she fail to be drawn back? I think you guys have some sort of Vancouver-magnet thingy going on up there. It’s irresistible. And Steph? I agree with the suggestion of Stanley Park – one reason being they have *black* squirrels there. 😉 Who, no doubt due to Canadian genes, always struck me as much nicer than gray squirrels. (Not to mention prettier.) Although last time I was outside at Stanley Park, sitting and waiting for some more energetic friends to get back from somewhere, I did see a gray squirrel chase off two black ones. Maybe you could give the black squirrels a pep-talk. As long as the gray squirrel underground didn’t counter-attack by talking up fiber-stealing to them. Wouldn’t want to endanger the sock.

  55. Just wanted to drop in and say that your fellow canadian Melanie posted on Pink Tea this morning and said arse… have you met Melanie? she doesn’t look like she’d say arse but she does.

  56. Acch, it’s killing me, you’re in my adopted state,Kentucky, and I’m not! I’m visiting family near D.C., in the homeland of Virginia, preparing for the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival, and you practically drove by my house. Did you wave to my husband and dogs? Were you on I-65? Did you see the sign for Bowling Green? I hope to see you if you swing by Nashville again in July. I live only 70 miles away. It’s so worth it to make the drive just to smile at you in person. 🙂

  57. It’s wonderful that you now have a world full of friends who will take care of you on your book tours! Knitting Blogland is an amazing thing!
    Thanks for the tours! 🙂

  58. I will say that when I saw Athena I was just as overwhelmed. Glad you had fun in Nashville.

  59. I wanted to offer to you an invitation to our Knitting group. We are from Maplewood, New Jersey. We are a diverse group of all different skill set and we meet in a Teahouse that is in the local train station. We meet on Saturdays mornings and sorta take over the train station even though nonknitters are trying to get to the ticket window and buy their tickets to New York City. We would really love to have you come and offer your knitting wisdoms to us. thanks for considering. cecilia David

  60. When I saw you were headed to Nashville, I immediately thought “I hope she sees the Parthenon!” It certainly is a stunner and I’m glad you were…well…stunned!

  61. I’m a Kentuckian living in Nashville who had to miss out on seeing you at Threaded Bliss last week. I really wish that I had written you before you went to Lexington. I realize that you understand that Kentucky is north of Tennessee. But I really want to point out that some parts of Kentucky are more Southern than others (and I�m not talking pure geography here). Since you�re visiting Kentucky near Derby time the Southernness will be on great display.
    I really hope that while you’re in the Lexington area someone takes you to 1) Graeter’s ice cream 2) to see the castle near Versailles. (that�s vur-sales�it�s in Kentucky. Not France.) You’ll probably see some horses (that�s a given) in a field surrounded by white fencing. Yes, just like on the post cards! Someone will probably drive you by this really big church called �Rupp Arena� and you probably won�t understand that awe & wonder of such sacred ground. Just nod & pretend to be amazed�it�ll make things go more smoothly. Yes, Man-o-War is a Portuguese kind of jelly-fish creature. But he was also a winning thoroughbred and there is a street named after him (a horse).
    It�s pretty land there & I hope you enjoy it and find my people to be friendly and hospitable.

  62. I’m a Kentuckian living in Nashville who had to miss out on seeing you at Threaded Bliss last week. I really wish that I had written you before you went to Lexington. I realize that you understand that Kentucky is north of Tennessee. But I really want to point out that some parts of Kentucky are more Southern than others (and I�m not talking pure geography here). Since you�re visiting Kentucky near Derby time the Southernness will be on great display.
    I really hope that while you’re in the Lexington area someone takes you to 1) Graeter’s ice cream 2) to see the castle near Versailles. (that�s vur-sales�it�s in Kentucky. Not France.) You’ll probably see some horses (that�s a given) in a field surrounded by white fencing. Yes, just like on the post cards! Someone will probably drive you by this really big church called �Rupp Arena� and you probably won�t understand that awe & wonder of such sacred ground. Just nod & pretend to be amazed�it�ll make things go more smoothly. Yes, Man-o-War is a Portuguese kind of jelly-fish creature. But he was also a winning thoroughbred and there is a street named after him (a horse).
    It�s pretty land there & I hope you enjoy it and find my people to be friendly and hospitable.

  63. Ah, Saturday in Centennial Park. Good times. If it had been Sunday, perhaps you could have seen SCA out practicing their swordfighting, or seen all the dirty hippies and other assorted freaks out playing their bongo drums. But Saturdays are good, too.
    Wow…I never thought I’d miss Nashville.

  64. Please come to Raleigh or Greensboro in North Carolina – preferably Raleigh.
    We want to meet you AND the sock. It’s green here too – despite the drought!
    BTW – Bless you or her/his heart is also pity. I say it at least once a day at work and my assistant from Syracuse always shakes his head and laughs and says, “They needed that.” I’m going to be doubly subconscious about it now!

  65. I had every intention of coming to see you at Threaded Bliss, but I’m also caring for my aging parents, & mom had a sick night. 🙁 So I’ll have to catch you when you come back…keep us posted. Nashville in July is actually more brown than green, so be warned.
    I concur with Stephanie in Raleigh, btw. ‘Bless your heart’ can be a sincere expression of empathy…you can usually tell from the accompanying nonverbal cues. hehe

  66. still trying to understand what are you talking about,but feels good,……so here i am a person who was born in Athens greece,and came to Canada years ago,i am a poet,and a designer of wearable knitts,and i am always knitting and writting
    all the feelings of my soul.
    my e-mail?????okey

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