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I finished my project for the Knitting Olympics yesterday morning - actually got up early so I could finish it because the choir was supposed to sing at a funeral that afternoon, and it was actually a warm, sunny day, and I knew that if I was going to get it outside to block, yesterday was my one chance. In between choir practice and the actual funeral I dashed home - the excuse was so we could change and Richard could use his nebulizer, but I will admit here that I deliberately went to practice in jeans so that we would *have* to go home and then I could get the shawl pinned and outside to block.
Anyway, here it is in all it's glory. I sent the picture to my sisters and my little sister wrote back a note that my niece said I look like a butterfly. 
So now the Olympics are finally over (well, mostly they are, we started watching the closing ceremonies but then gave up because neither of us could work up the enthusiasm to care). We didn't really watch much of it this past week, with the exception of the women's ice skating, and of course Ice Dancing, which sort of blew us both away because the things those couples do on the ice is amazing. I vaguely recall watching Ice Dancing before and being a bit bored by it, but that must have been a few Olympics ago, because it is seriously fun to watch. We both agreed that in a way we like it better than pairs' skating, because the guy gets to do more of the artistic stuff in ice dancing, and the way they do the lifts looks actually far more difficult, and also scary. The women's skating was nice to watch, but it didn't have that heart-pounding excitement of past Olympics, what with not having any back-stabbing rivalries going on. And I have to admit that I was actually rather pleased to see the Japanese skater win the gold because she was lovely to watch.
I would like to make a request of the networks for the next Olympics. For the love of all that is holy, do not let that idiot Dick Button anywhere near a microphone ever again. Please, please, please. I do not think he even once contributed anything remotely interesting or informative (unless you count his continual whining about sit-spins and ugly death spirals interesting or informative) and really, I have yet to meet anyone who didn't spend the entire time watching the skating compeititions wanting to reach in and either slap some industrial strength duct tape over his mouth, or else just strangle him and put us all out of his misery.
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