Knit One, Purl Two...

My ex once told me a chant that he and his fellow business majors used to shout at the fine arts students at college games:

Knit one, purl two, hey artsies, f--k you!

Isn't that charming? I think of it every time I knit (also, anytime I catch a whiff of artistic pretension).

It was a little past midnight last night when I hit the publish button on this week's Flawed But Authentic post. I wrote about the power of doing the next right thing in times of crisis. Or anytime for that matter.

For me this weekend, the next right thing was:

• get my dining room ready for Thanksgiving (in progress)
  
• fold some laundry
  
• learn to play Jingle Bells on the piano (having discovered there was a piano underneath my paper clutter)
  
• laugh out loud (see previous item)
  
• indulge in one skein of brightly coloured organic cotton and start knitting a dishcloth for a Christmas gift, then decide to keep it for myself
• initiate a discussion about felted balls
  
• laugh out loud some more (see previous item)
  

Any time I got the urge to pick up and gnaw on today's anticipated answer on our refinance, I would check to see if it happened to be the next right thing to do. It never was.

Thanks for all the well-wishing. Keep it coming. "This, or something better," is one of the best prayers I know when I am hoping for a specific outcome, but am willing to let it go.