This is all a little new to me, so, please, bear with me. I am truly a Luddite at heart. But, I figured that, since I have a little more time on my hands these days (a few of you will ‘get’ that), I may as well do something I’ve been planning on doing for quite awhile now.
My plan is to use this little space in the universe to wax poetic about two of the most important areas of my life: knitting and my life as a law enforcement officer. I know, I know. Seems a bit incongruous, no? A cop who knits? A knitter who arrests people for a living? Who’da thunk it?
The idea for the theme of this blog popped into my head one night after a particularly brutal day. I was sitting on the couch, having just shed my monkey suit and the requisite toys, and picked up the lace shawl that I have been trying to finish, literally, for months. I was sitting there, relaying stories of the various really stupid situations I’d been called on to ‘handle’ that day to my oldest son when I thought, “Hmmmm, that could be fun. Blog about the incredibly stupid things I see from day to day, changing names and locations of course, and about my knitting.” I’ve been in law enforcement for many, many years. Long enough to be really good at it, and long enough to have a pretty good collection of the ‘war stories’ that everyone in this kind of service profession has. I’ve been knitting, crocheting, and tatting even longer.
So, let’s give it a go, and just see what happens.
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