The tea arrived, my daughter arrived, the oven is repaired thanks to my clever husband, and the snow is off the roads.

No complaints here.

Daughter’s new friend came over last night — he doesn’t have a nickname yet — and we played games. Us old folks packed it in around midnight, but the kids were still playing for quite a while after. Catchphrase, Malarkey, and Wii Sports were the games I joined in on. We had been told ahead of time not to play any “smart” games or pop culture games.

I skipped Chamber Singers rehearsal. I have skipped three, all with excellent reasons, but I think that means I cannot sing with them this term. I was ambivalent about it anyway, so it is just as well.

I discovered two cool new websites. The first, mentioned in Fast Company, is, which serves up “tasty data goodies.” I like a good statistical analysis, myself, and if you do too, then you will like this site. I haven’t played around on it much, but I look forward to doing so. I anticipate using it for business and history projects, and it might come in handy for other uses as well.

The second, which I learned of in The Wall Street Journal, is This is a new genealogy site where you can put in your own family info and invite living relatives to join in the project. The premise is that, when I invite Cousin Nina from Texas (the granddaughter of my great-grandfathers’ son by his first marriage), she will know some different people from the ones I know, and will invite more folks, who will have some other information and know some other people. Since you only get to look at your own tree, and only get into the tree by invitation, the living people are not hidden as they usually are at genealogy websites, so you can get in touch with folks who may have that piece of data you have been needing. Geni’s hope is that they will be able to hook everyone up in one gigantic family tree. I like a good lofty goal, don’t you?

21507 001 And this is what two skeins of Connemara looks like.

It looks uneven, actually. I am not an especially even knitter, I don’t think. I agree with Elizabeth Zimmerman that a bit of washing and wearing will even it all out in the long run.

But it may be that my practice of knitting while doing other stuff contributes to the unevenness.

The history of knitting is, of course, a history of people doing other stuff. Shepherds watching their sheep. Sailors hanging around waiting for the next active moment. Mothers avoiding idleness during rare moments of free time.

I have knitted this standing up, sitting down, listening to boys giving each other clues like “If you’re speechalating and someone gives you some gup…”, watching movies, and reading. I have stopped in the middle of a row and stuck it into my purse. I guess it is entitled to a little unevenness.