Knit Sisters

In celebration of our nation’s independence (hard won in a bloody revolutionary conflict and now being squandered three ways from Sunday by our political leadership…one could weep, absolutely weep…but I digress), I have a little Independence Day photo gallery. With commentary, naturally.

Stifling heat and 99% humidity punctuated by short, furious thunderstorms could not keep the Bales/Wellerstein Partnership away from the grill. A small but delightful cookout was staged on the back porch. The lastest sock visited the chip bowl and enjoyed a Sam Adams:

Shelley watched over Darwin’s Garden to keep it safe from British incursion:

Eternal vigilance is the price of being a dog.

Meanwhile, Dave and Alex discussed patriotic topics like Paul Revere’s ride and Battlestar Galactica,

while Nasser shared important new information about himself, like the fact that his two favorite Saturday Night Live skits involve Jimmy Stewart.

But wait! What do I yonder hear? Does a Red Coat draw nigh?

Nah. It’s the 21st century already. It’s just a cat.

Since the United States itself was a rogue nation in the 18th century, it was only fitting that progress be made on Rogue, even though the room had to be air conditioned down to about 42 degrees before I could even think about picking up that wool. Here’s the front of the sweater, now missing only a hood and the sleeves:

A detail of the Celtic cabling on the side:

And a close-up of the motif on the front out of which the hood will grow. Whenever I can get back into the air conditioning.

(By the way, I took Rogue for show-and-tell at my knitting group on Monday night and much was made by Julie, the one spinner there, about what nice yarn Sarah had spun for me and how great it works with this pattern. She admired Sarah’s spin craft (is that what you’d call it?), and I could not have agreed more heartily.)

When all meat was fully grilled, we celebrated the 4th of July in a classic American way by gorging ourselves on hamburgers, blue corn chips, guacamole, tomatoes, and hot Italian sausages. The sausages were a late entry and motivated by the exciting World Cup semifinal victory of Italy over Germany in what I like to think of as “extra innings.”

At the end of the day, there was the simple fact of a man and his mint julep.

And a hope for genuine liberty and justice for all.

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