Last night some of my neighbors decided to have a hoedown at what felt like 2am in the morning. I don't think i was in French. I don't think it was in English. I think it was just in yelling. And I kept on waiting for someone to yell at them to shut up, BUT IT NEVER HAPPENED. Seriously, I thought Quebecois folks would bitch at someone past 11:30, but apparently not in my neighborhood.
And then the snowplows came.
Since it felt like they were coming through my room at 6 in the morning, I am left to conclude that it's more than my windows being painfully thin - that, somehow, they've been engineered to magnify sounds. All this is to say that I'm not the perkiest of chaps this morning. So I've decided to respond by doing something I haven't done in a long time: KNIT!
Well, okay, I've been knitting plain socks, but those don't count. Those are necessity to survive a Montreal winter. I am, however, short on cardigans, especially since my last knitted one has been pulled and stretched quite out of shape. So, I've cast on for an Elizabeth Zimmerman pattern. Since it's an Aran knit in the round (read: looong rows) it's not that exciting, but I have high hopes.
At least until I get to the steeks.
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