The (Potential) Agony of De(sliding)feet

Things 2 and 3, while wearing the most adorable footie pajamas imaginable, are playing a game called "Run sliding." This consists of shuffling quickly over the hardwood floor towards our very sturdy dining table, grasping the top edge, and allowing your feet to slip under the table while hanging on. In danger are their heads, should their grips loosen, and their entire bodies, from slamming into one another when they decide that going at the same time is more fun.

I assume that I enjoyed limb-threatening activities like this. In fact, I will always be grateful to my mother for allowing me and my sister to perform dive rolls over the couch onto the living room carpet, but right now it makes me cringe.

Oh well, no risk, no fun, right?

Which brings me to my knitting. My dear friend Gordon drove on our outing today to the Japanese Tea Garden so I could knit a bunch of rows. I'm not going to post a picture, because it's boringly the same as it was, only a bit longer.

What it isn't, also, is mistake-free.

I was hoping to catch every mistake I made before it became a part of the fabric, and I've gotten much better at catching and fixing some mistakes. But, like the athletes who train and train and train and still fall down or crash or miss a gate or whatever, mistakes happen. I've decided that dusting off my needles and knitting on is more Olympic than perfection, perhaps.

[Total aside -- I am not, thank goodness, the only person who thinks the new Olympic medals look like CDs. Italians are supposed to be so fashion-conscious, so design-savvy. What the heck happened to these? Urgh. ]