danger: airborne children

As we've been doing for the past month or so, BFF and I headed over to the library this Saturday for our weekly knitting circle. When we got there, we found out our room wasn't available, because someone had thrown a rock through a window and it wasn't fixed yet. (God forbid they should have called me with a head's up.)

There are currently only four of us who show up regularly for this little group, so we decided the day was nice enough (70 degrees, cloudless sky) to tote our knitting to a nearby park and knit outside.

Here are Ellen, Ronni (aka: BFF) and Midge, enjoying the fresh air and good yarn. (Of course you don't see me. I'm behind the camera. Or the cell phone, in this case.) The other thing you don't see in this picture is the merry-go-round that was about 6 feet in front of us.

It was empty when we first got to the park, but it eventually became covered with crazed children. I mean, those kids were using that thing like a weapon: spinning it faster than it was ever meant to go, then deliberately letting go and launching themselves into space. (And often toward us. The benches you see behind the merry-go-round were the ones we were sitting on. See how close we were sitting?)

Fortunately, none of the kids actually broke a bone (although it really sounded like they would), and none of them actually came into contact with any of us, but if they had, we were ready. After all, as long as we've got our knitting bags, knitters are fully armed. We've got those wonderful pointy, metal sticks, and we know how to use 'em.