Gosh, I'm clever.

So this morning, about 6:30, I abruptly decided that I really need to make cables. Just...somebody fetch me some wool and a cable needle. (Yeah, I need a cable needle. I'm not as clever as Wendy, but I am clever, in my own way.)

Last weekend I checked One Skein out of the library, and I've been thinking how cute the Cabled Footies are, so I cast on and enjoyed the cabley goodness. Been working on it a few rounds at a time, between lunch and laundry and working in the garden, and I should have known I'd lose track of where I was eventually...when I picked it up about an hour ago, I realized I'd done all the most recent cable-crossing on the wrong row. All of it. Every cable, crossed in the wrong place. Fortunately I was past the heel, and there were only four cables, but it still felt like a catastrophe. I almost threw it angrily into the trash, needles and all. And then I thought, "Well, it's worth trying to fix it before you throw it angrily into the trash. And rescue the needles."

So, one cable at a time, I dropped all the stitches and picked them all back up with a crochet hook and put them back in the right place. Yes. I. Did. I realize I'm not the first knitter on earth to pull this off, but it's the first time I've ever done it personally, and nothing will make a knitter feel more like Benjamin Franklin (clever, yet modest!) than fixing a miscrossed cable with a crochet hook. Ta-daaaaa! And now, back to my obsessive cabling.

But first: Top Five novels!
1. The Harry Potter books. Oh, don't make me choose! Anyway, if you read the first one, you have to read the rest of them. I'm almost sad that it's all going to be over after this last book... and yet I'm dying to know what becomes of The Boy Who Lived. (Don't say dying. There are rumors afoot, and they'd better not be true!)
2. The Thorn Birds. Ah, Father Ralph, you beautiful tortured soul.
3. The Stand. Stephen King's magnum opus - it's heartbreakingly beautiful in places, unbearably terrifying in others, but brilliant throughout. And if you don't fall in love with Stuart Redman, you don't have a heart, that's all.
4. The Pleasure of My Company. I checked this book out of the library because I love Steve Martin and simply had to read a book that he wrote. He is a smart and funny guy, and I wasn't at all surprised to find that he wrote a smart and funny - and marvelous - book. Daniel is the most painfully neurotic character you will ever meet, and his story is riveting.
5. The Phantom Tollbooth. Read it when I was ten, and never, ever forgot it. I've reread it a few times, and it still is just magical, full of heart and razor-sharp wit.