Oh yes. It’s that time again. The awards season has started and everyone I know is making bets and setting pvr’s and thinking up drinking games and acting like they don’t care (but they still comment and make sure everyone knows they don’t care) and the media hyperventilates and the gossip rags vomit all over us in the grocery store line-up. And to top that THE OLYMPICS are coming, don’t you know! Oh my! Athletes! Sports! Hockey! Curling! Skiing! Skating! Medals! We’re #1! We’re #1! Yay!!! And then two weeks after all the awards have been given out, the athletes have been feted and the stories of inspiration have been read and cried over, we will have forgotten who won and who lost. That is until someone mentions something and our brains will creak into gear and toss out a vague memory of the event.
Don’t get me wrong, I love all this stuff. I love watching the awards shows, The People’s Choice Awards, The Golden Globes, The Oscars, The Emmy’s, The Tony’s, The Grammy’s, the Canadian Screen Awards, the Junos…and, yes, the Olympics. I love watching them but have ceased to believe they mean anything. I mean they mean something to the people involved but as for me personally? Other than an evening of questionable entertainment (unless Neil Patrick Harris is hosting then it’s usually great entertainment), on a day-to-day basis these things don’t impact me at all. They don’t influence me to go see the Oscar-winning movie or play or buy the cd or download the music of whoever won the Grammy or Juno and if we win the most medals, it doesn’t make me any more proud of my country. But I will set my pvr and I will spend countless hours watching.
I haven’t seen any of the movies which will probably be nominated for Best Oscar and I probably won’t. Movies have long ago lost their magical glow for me. I think it was somewhere around the release of Lord of the Rings and the nail-in-the-coffin Inception. I would love to be able to enjoy a movie again. I would love to be transported away from all my cares for a couple of hours and just live in a different world for an afternoon. I can do this at home. I can watch Game of Thrones and be completely captivated by the compassion of Tyrion or revolted by the cruelty of Prince Geoffrey or be totally gutted by the Red Wedding. I can be totally immersed in the struggle of Maggie to regain the love of Brick in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof”. I can laugh out loud at Tracy Lord, Mike Conner and C.K. Dexter the Third in “The Philadelphia Story”. I can watch “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou”, “The Princess Bride”, “Benny and Joon”, “Iris”, “Moonstruck”, “The Shipping News”, “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel”, “Four Weddings and a Funeral” or “Good Night and Good Luck” over and over again and enjoy them as much the twentieth time as I did the first. But I can’t sit in a movie theater any more.
I think the thing is that as I have aged I have become very picky about what I want to waste my time on. I’ve also become less inclined to submit my ears to the loudness of the theater and, being short, I find the theater seats very uncomfortable. More and more I resent spending the money on a movie where the dialogue seems to have been written in crayon. I mean, who, in real life says some of the crap the actors are paid to say? Especially the tripe in the Rom-coms. I realize that for a lot of people, they would love to hear someone they love spew that smarmy stuff but if any guy ever said half of that stuff to me I would wonder at his sanity and my own. Oh, and don’t get me started on the sex stuff in movies. I’m no prude but come on. Really?
Movies may turn me off but I do love watching the Olympics. There are certain sports I watch: figure skating, speed skating, short track speed skating, downhill skiing, aerials, bobsledding…I would say curling and I probably will watch most of it except the games I can avoid that have Canada in them. Yeah, I know, how unpatriotic but I really, really cannot stand Kevin Martin. I may watch just for David Nedohin and Brad Gushue but Kevin Martin? Nope. Don’t like that man. I have my reasons. I can’t tell you how disappointed I was the Kevin Koe did so poorly in the Olympic trials. But that’s the game. A game of inches. But all the other events in the competition? Love it and I love cheering heartily when my team wins. And even then sometimes it’s not so much that country that wins but the excitement of the competition and the closeness of the fight that gets my blood pumping.
I’m sure most of those who knit and crochet have heard of the Knitlympics. If you haven’t here is a brief sum-up: what you do is cast on for a project during the opening ceremonies, knit, or crochet or spin, like a demon for two weeks, and finish it before the flame goes out at the closing ceremonies. The only rules are that the project should be a challenge for you – a new pattern stitch, a new technique, a new type of pattern – but nothing that is going to cause you to have a nervous breakdown to get it completed. Just something fun and something you may never have tried before. A lace shawl might be a bit over-ambitious but a cardigan using fingering weight yarn might do.
Two years ago I knit this for the Knitlympics:
This year I’m not sure what I will knit. I’ve been looking through my books and magazines and have some things in mind but what I really want is to knit a t-shirt of some kind out of linen. I love the look and feel of linen and I can always use a cool summer shirt so I thought this might kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Most of the patterns I’m finding that use a linen yarn are also sleeveless, a big no-no for someone whose arms flap like a pelicans so I’m looking for something with 3/4 sleeves. I’m thinking this one would do but I would have to lengthen the sleeves which doesn’t look to be a big problem for this design.
My oldest daughter gave me this yarn for Christmas:
and so I’m thinking I might make something out of it but I think I would have to then make something else because there really is only enough for a pair of handwarmers or fingerless gloves. It will make a nice, cozy pair for sure, it’s 94 grams of Alpaca/Merino/Bamboo from my favourite alpaca farm, Meadowview. My youngest daughter owes me two skeins of yarn and I’m still trying to decide what I want. It can’t be too expensive because she doesn’t have a lot of money and she has to feed a dog but I figure I could possibly go with some nice Cascade 220 or Madeline Tosh sock yarn. I could make some hand warmers and a pair of socks over the course of the Olympics, I’m sure.
So with an awards show approx. every two weeks until the Oscars in April and the Olympics next month I figure I should be able to get some of these projects that have been hanging around far too long off the needles and on my body. And I’m actually looking forward to knitting for the Knitlympics and seeing just what I can do in two weeks. I may have to do some fast juggling if February turns out to be a busy month at work, they won’t let me have anything sharp and pointy if I’m working a dance competition so knitting at work is out. But if I decide to knit that linen t-shirt I’m pretty confident I could have it done in two weeks. Fingers crossed. Well, fingers and toes…and maybe eyes as well…and a rabbits foot or two…still on the rabbit though…Think rubbing a cat will bring me luck?