Month: March 2016

Where Have the Weirs Gone?

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Last weekend I happened upon some old photos in a drawer. Despite my best intentions, they never seemed to make it to a photo album. One of the envelopes was from a Sunday afternoon in the mid 1990s that was spent at my father’s herring weir.

Herring weirs (sounds like “where”) are one of the oldest fishing gear types (it pre-dates Canadian Confederation in 1867). They are built in the shape of a heart, traditionally near the shore, with large wooden poles (stakes) surrounded by twine. Fishermen then wait for the herring to come inshore, swim along the net into the weir and become trapped, unable to find the way out. Fishermen then go with another net to “scoop” the fish out into a boat to be taken to be canned as sardines.

This day was a sparkling day on the Bay of Fundy. My grandfather’s health was beginning to fail, but he continued to go with my father to enjoy the process and help where he could. My mother, father, and brother were all there to work. My sisters, a couple of friends, and I were along as “tourists”. The photos from that day tell the tale – it was a magical, classic day on the Bay. *

Going around Swallowtail
Seining
Waiting
Grampy tending lines

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Into the Land Of Knit

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This photo has basically summed up my free time the past week or so: knitting, a book, and a (thankfully) sleeping dog.

 

Just before vacation I started a baby blanket in the last of my Patons Melody yarn for my newest niece. It’s coming along well, but it’s a blanket, so progress sometimes feels a bit slow.

 

I’ve been engrossed in “Knitlandia” by Clara Parkes. The essays on various knitting trips and adventures transport you to the place and time. Her description of a knitter’s trip to Iceland sounds at times a bit like an outward bound adventure and makes me want to go and avoid it at the same time. I chuckled again at the story of how 30,000 knitters (completely confounding tech support) shut down the servers attempting to register for the now defunct Sock Summit. While I’ll never have the opportunity to experience many of these trips, I feel a bit more connected to the different feel and spirit of each event. I highly recommend the book to any knitter who has, or has dreamed, of knitting travel.

 

Check out other Yarn Along posts for other knitting and reading related posts.

 

Hardcore Fitness?

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This morning these Instagram notices popped up on my phone:


Of the top ten words to describe me, “fit” would be about number 77; “hardcore fit” would be somewhere below 200.  Then I realized the photo was:

My version of supper to go from #DisneySprings #Ghirardelli #TheGanachery #Vacation2016 #Florida

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I’m pretty sure I was tagged as someone who needs to be a potential client. **sigh**

 

I guess it’s good I didn’t post a photo of my (chocolate) breakfast.

Bunny Tail Hat

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There are many wonderful things about babies, but one of my favourite as an aunt/knitter is their inability to protest whatever crazy cute idea you want to turn into a hat. As they get older, they tend to have their own opinions about what they’ll wear.

 

Easter seems to be sneaking up at the end of this month. (I always think Easter is in April and am sometimes confused to discover it’s in March). Easter of course presents the perfect opportunity for a bunny hat:

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The OJ Case

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I admit it: I was an OJ Simpson trial junkie. I watched the Bronco chase as it happened. I watched the afternoons of the trial after work (the 4 hour time difference to LA came in really handy.) I watched Marcia Clark explain she had child care issues when court was running late. I was mystified by Kato Kaelin (Still am). I thought of Kim Kardashian as Robert Kardashian’s daughter for years (Still do). I felt sympathy and horror for the families of the victims during the trial. I was shocked and horrified with the verdict.

 

I devoured books about the trial: “His Name is Ron”; “Without a Doubt”; and “In Contempt” still sit on my bookshelves. I at one point owned both of Faye Resnick’s books but gave them away. I bought Vanity Fair every month to read Dominick Dunne’s articles. I may have been was am a bit obsessed.

 

I’ve been watching the series “American Crime Story: The People vs. OJ Simpson” for the past month or so. (I changed my satellite package so I’d get the channel – obsessed!) What has struck me again watching it is is how far-fetched the events would have seemed in a fictional account but how dramatic and riveting they were at the time. Twenty-two years later, they still are.  And apparently are still ongoing.

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