Trenchwork

I am such a dweeb. I’ve been looking through the photos a colleague is making for me as part of a larger research project, and found myself nigh-well dancing as I looked at a certain group of cemetery photos and his notes. It’s not that the information is new, undiscovered, or even particularly spectatular. It’s just that it’s part of a puzzle I’m enjoying working; it’s new information. If that doesn’t count on the nerd scale, I don’t know what might. I mean, how many people who are not doing geneaology—or are not psychotic—get excited about cemetery photos??

On a more domestic note, the pattern for my Lace Swap pal came in today! Woooot again! (I really am a dweeb.) Of course, part of my excitement was because I ordered a copy for myself as well. Get real, folks. How many of us went browsing for swap partner goodies and found an entire world of things we wanted for ourselves? I’m considering myself “good” for not getting any of it . . . aside from one two three patterns I’m not yet ready to tackle. The rest of the excitement is just because I really did have a blast finding things for this knitter, and now I get to wrap up all the little gizmos and put them in Wednesday’s mail.