The idea of moblogging is a whole lot better than the reality of it.. I tried twice during my morning walks on the beach, sitting down on the sand, typing on my cell phone, one letter at a time punched on the numeric keys .. try it.  It takes a long time, and is very frustrating when it does NOT go through.  That’s my excuse. 
A couple of nights ago, while I slept, I finally worked out my next project.  I’d been gathering shells with a shawl in mind.  Things usually appear when you need them, and I had been thinking / searching for an appropriate stitch to use for the body of the shawl.  Monday evening I met with a S&B group in Ft. Lauderdale and Betsy was also searching shawl patterns.  There in front of me, the pattern, a simple K2tog, yo repeat.   Perfect for a fish net sort of thing and just what I had in mind.  I’ll swatch when I get home.  The perfect ( I hope ) yarn sits in my office waiting. 

Which leads me to this question..  what inspires you?  I often find my inspiration from something I see in Nature.. while taking a walk.. something.  Walking on the beach, sort of looking for little shells got me this time. 

Meanwhile, I’m sitting in the airport, flight delayed, (hour 3 here at this point) due to a big storm further up the coast.  I hate sitting here, but wireless internet finally and the though of flying into a storm.. this IS the place to be. 

What a difference a day can make. We finally got a day off. C’s uncle ‘babysat’ his (C’s) mother on
Thursday. We motored on the water taxi
2 ½ hrs. down the intercoastal to South

Beach. Unbelievable homes!! Hotels!! And of course, more humanity than you want to
imagine. The captain narrated the trip, whose
house, whose boat, great fun. We headed
up to the Lincoln Ave Mall area. It’s a
people watching heaven. We found a great
place to sit under umbrellas on the mall and ordered lunch. I’m quite sure that I had the best, by far,
calamari that I’ve ever eaten, followed by a shared crème brulee. And, we watched the world go by… no one
dresses (costumes themselves) like that, unless they are out to be
watched. Fun stuff. Then we headed over to Ocean
  Dr. for our walk touring the beautifully restored Art
Deco hotels, etc. Weather threatened all
day, storms were predicted. It all held
off until we were on the boat, and halfway home. Even the lightning over the water was a
treat. It was topsy turvy back on the
home front. Mom’s purse was missing, she
had left it somewhere, and so was the wallet. We dealt that card for a while; locating it finally at uncle’s house
behind a sofa… it’s always something, this terrible trip into Alzheimer’s.

I’m hoping for a local version of the water trip today. This time with C’s Mom. Who knows what adventure may fall… I’m ready, already, for another knitting
night with new friends. Where will you
guys be this next??

Beware of the BIG WHINE. After spending over a week without internet access, without phone except
cell service, mostly trapped and sleep deprived in a small dark apartment with
someone with limited mental access to the real world, I’m nearly speechless myself. When the phone guy called (while I was out
and on my cell) to tell me that we had a dial tone, I could hardly wait to get
back and log on. When I got there and
picked up the receive, it was stone dead, nothing, NADA.. and so I waited, another
day.  Then, out of the blue, the phone
rang. Get this; it was a survey, by the phone company, to see
how we liked their service. They called
twice… Same thing. Finally I’m
connected, at 28.8 bps. I haven’t had
service this slow in at least four years. But, it’s something. My cell
phone has been collecting my email, at snails pace, and it was a pretty fine
thing to have. It’s almost as fast as
this dial up. End of whine, maybe.

Last Monday night, I finally made it to a local S&
B. Beth had emailed me before I left
home and given me directions to the Barnes & Noble meeting place.

  thanks Beth!

What’s better than to be able to meet like
minded people when you are feeling out of place and homesick to boot. You can check out Betsy’s blog for some pics
of the evening. I managed to get
absolutely nothing done. I frogged back
twice on the gold shawl. When I called
it a night I had just discovered a forgotten pattern row, eight rows back. This morning I got it back on track. Thanks, for having me.

I’ve worked on and off on the Flower Basket shawl. It should have been long done by now. I actually did try to moblog a pic of it last
week and thought that it had downloaded, only to find out when I just checked, that
it wasn’t there. Aside from that, there
just wasn’t any opportunity to blog. Now
that I can, I’m realizing that nothing has been going on, at all. I’ve read a book. That’s it. I walk as much as I can, as often as I can break away. I’ve made it to the beach for a few minutes
during several walks. I’ve walked across
lots of bridges, seen evidence of incredible wealth (by the looks of the luxury
yachts that are moored everywhere, and driven in more traffic than rush hour in Boston. Tomorrow, I have the opportunity to take a
water taxi to South Beach for the day. I’m going. Thunderstorms are predicted. I’m still going.