Potpourri, you might say....

I admit it. When your knitting project, your "WIP", your "on the needles" consists of a 47-mile long width of gartergartergartergartergarter &c &c -- there isn't much to say about knittin'. So I'm rambling. Digressing. Surprised? Like I've never done THAT before.

First - I just found out, via Cute Overload (you probably go there, no need to link) that the 44-year-old man who was solely responsible for the loving care and nurturing of the polar bear cub, Knut, was apparently found dead in his apartment in Berlin. No other facts were given, but I find it very sad; however, in his tribute they posted a seven-minute video from You Tube about Knut, and here's the link for that: Thomas Dorflein and Knut . My love ...uhm... passion for bears, which frankly does more than tinge on the worshipful, is no secret, and I think there's a special place on the Other Side for people who have cared for, nurtured and saved bears and other animals. I'm hoping that Mr. Dorflein is sitting, even as we speak, with his feet up, enjoying a beer with Steve Irwin and Henry, the fellow who took care of Chief, our wonderful polar bear at our zoo who met an untimely end some years back.

On Sunday the Lovely Daughter and I had lunch at a Chinese buffet. We love those. They're usually pretty inexpensive, you can eat yourself into a stupor, all the while convincing yourself that it's real healthy, all those vegetables and all. Yes, I DO know how it's cooked and all that stuff, and that there's probably enough sodium in one plate of kung pao whatever-it-is to replenish the Atlantic. Nevermind. It did, however, catch my attention that there were some offerings on the buffet that struck me as lacking any sort of Asian connection: quesadillas, for example. Pizza. French fries. Oh well.

SAY! I just discovered, in my amblings around the innerwebs, that there is a "Day" coming up which I can celebrate a LOT...I don't know if that'll redeem me from missing Talk Like a Pirate Day (I know, I KNOW, I feel terrible about it too!). Come to find out, November 15 is STEVE IRWIN DAY!! There's even a website: Steve Irwin Day . I don't have much khaki I can wear to mark the day, but I DO have a tan apron covered in animal tracks, that will do nicely!

FURTHERMORE, that day is one of high extreme merriment around here anyway because it's also my Lovely Daughter's birthday! So we'll be having treats and snacks and stuff for her and can easily tack on a tip o' the hat to hisself the Crocodile Hunter at the same time. I'll remind y'all; in fact, now is not too soon to start finding presents for the daughter plan to knit some blankies or kitty beds for your local shelter in honor of the day! (I'll take care of the presents.) Either that or, if you're swamped with holiday projects &c (which I never think of until the day before Chanukah - it's a tradition and we Jews are very into tradition) you might consider making a donation in Irwin's name......

OK, I'm heading away from that because I feel a big dose of verklempt coming on about heroes and infant daughters, and I won't go there.

I'll wrap up with a question, something I really AM very curious about. (And to the Lovely Daughter, who is even now muttering "Mom, you're curious in your own right", nevermind!) Here goes:

1. How do you fold your towels? I am VERY particular about how I fold my towels, and I'm due for a complete purging-and-refolding in my linen closet. Not much bugs me, but that does.......

2. How do you fold your pillowcases? I fold mine inside out, so you can just reach inside, grab the two corners, grab the corners of the pillow, and with a dramatic shake the case goes right over the pillow, right-side out. Clever, non?

I got those from my mom - those and knitting lessons. I'm raising to her my glass of tea ( the silent partner of Cats, Sticks and Books ).