First thing this morning at our house, Phillip was awakened by pounding:
Phillip: (dubiously) Whatcha doin' there?
Me: Project Management.
Phillip: Oh. Because to the untrained eye, a woman swinging a hammer might look like she's starting a project.
Me: That's not what's happening here. This is creating a project management system, so that I can stop the swirling of soup that is happening in my brain, each time I think of another thing I'm supposed to not forget.
Phillip: Most people would use a spreadsheet.
Me: Have you met most people?
Phillip: Yes, and they cannot knit.
Me: Precisely. Nor can they manage projects. At least not my projects, which are many, bizarre, and diverse.
Phillip: (bemused) Carry on then. But you do know you can buy calendars and such for this?
Me: Those are for regular people. Not Knitters.
Phillip: I love the fact that for you, Project Management involves hand tools.
L A T E R . . .
Me: Look dear, it's finished!
Phillip: Cool! Can I have one too?
Me: Yes, but not as cool as this one.
Phillip: Why not?
Me: Because you don't know how to knit.
Phillip: Fair enough.
Rare Gems prizes get mailed tomorrow. Congratulations, Martha from Billings, who correctly guessed which skein had her name on it!