Saturday was the World Wide Knit in Public Day, celebrated at the Biscuit Eater Cafe & Books in Mahone Bay with about 2 dozen other enthusiastic knitters. I was particularly enthusiastic about the company and all the interesting socks being knit. And you thought women carrying an array of yarn and pointy sticks might be dangerous? We're exceptionally well behaved unless you get between any one of us and caffeine or worse, chocolate cake.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, um well no, that's wishful thinking or astral hinting to #1 son. At the house, I mean, which is about to suffer the indignities associated with being scraped of shingles so ancient they likely qualify for historic artifact status, or at least the ones still on the roof do, the others (many, many others) are littered around the yard like so much black flakey pastry. I imagine this is not at all good for the garden.

Supervision for the installation of said new roof comes in the form of friend Bare from Toronto. This will be an experience for sure. He was last seen during our tour of Cape Breton music festival events in October. Presently he is on the VIA train somewhere in Quebec headed easterly.

Now if I can only get my self in gear enough to make a couple of loaves of my famous Dutch 'Breakfast Cake' I can consider the day well spent. Well that and fill the dishwasher will do it.