Here's my current knit-and-read project:



(I apologize for the glare; didn't realize how bad it was).
It's a pair of socks made out of Meilenweit Cotton Fantasy, the color that KnitPicks called "Colorado." The book is this month's Book Club book, East of Eden.

I'm liking it although I don't think it's something I would have picked to read on my own. I'm about 2/3 of the way through and am starting to run out of steam on it. Yes, I know, it's a great masterpiece but I'm at a point where I'm irritated with all the characters, and with the author for killing off a couple of sympathetic and likeable characters.

Yesterday, thanks to the fact that Waking Ned Devine (great movie) was on tv, I finished the Joan of Arc shawl. I'll post a picture once I'm wearing something it would look good with. (Right now I'm in my yoga pants and an old grey t-shirt, so I don't think the shawl would look too cool over that).

I also have officially begun my Holiday Knitting. I cast on for and began the ribbing of my mom's gloves. I also need to do a couple of Booga bags for various people, and perhaps a scarf for my mom. I am torn between doing a reversible-stitch-pattern in just plain old red Wool-Ease, or making a "Shape It!" scarf (from the Sally Melville book) in some black and pastel "Cartoon" I have in the stash.

Yesterday was the anniversary. You know, The Anniversary. I thought about it some in the morning, said a prayer for the families still affected by the losses. And a prayer that no more families will know that kind of fear and pain. Even in my rather quiet life, distant from New York, I knew one person who died in the attack. And one of my cousins witnessed them firsthand. It's strange to think that someday there may be a generation of children who ask me for my memories of the day, just as I asked my grandparents and older relatives about Pearl Harbor, after studying it in school.