If I die from swine flu, will I go to Hog Heaven?

Not that I have the flu, mind you, but I want to be mentally prepared in case people start dropping like pigs around me.  My employer has created a whole Pork Pandemic Plan (my name, not theirs) and is generously telling folks that if they have flu symptoms they should stay home even if they have no sick time left… they will be paid nonetheless.  It heartens me that in this economy and this century companies will actually do what is best for their people.

What would Hog Heaven be like, anyway?  Would we wallow around in mud-colored happiness?  Would there be  bacon substitute?  Would boars be allowed?  One does wonder.

But  I am perfectly healthy and these ruminations are simply the product of my addled pate.  I have the day off today and the luxury of doing nothing is going to my head.

I didn’t get a whole lot of knitting done on my Project, which I am temporarily referring to as “Icy River” although I think it once had a different name.  If a better name pops up I will switch names with no qualms.  I will be qualmless.

If the truth be known, three rows had to be ripped back because I used similar symbols on my chart and chose the wrong color because of it.  This didn’t bother me much.  Mistakes are a part of the process, and knowing how to fix them is part of being a competent knitter.  If I were a surgeon, I would be far less tolerant of error (and if I were a surgeon, you should run far, far away from me). 

And now, because I enjoyed ranting so much in the last post about the use of the French language, I’d like to rant about a gross misuse of our American English:  “flesh” vs. “flush”.  As in, “I need to flesh out this plan.”  Time after tired time, I wince audibly as I hear this instead:  “I need to flush out this plan.”  Does the plan already exist, hiding under some bush to which you will send your hound to scare it out?  No.  Do you want to write the plan on paper and send it swirling down the toilet?  No.  Are you planning to paint rosy cheeks upon a picture of your plan?  No.  What you really mean is that you have, in essence, the skeleton of an idea, and you need to put “flesh” on that skeleton, or “flesh it out”. 

I will indeed be needing to flesh out my design, as it currently has nothing but a sort of swirly haze hovering above the waist area.  In good time.

Here is a fuzzy picture of Malin’s front that I spoke of a couple of posts ago:

Not a Dog Bed. Is a Cat Bed. See?