Now there's a post title with gravitas. Imagine if it was "let's talk about the homeless." Why, you'd all straighten up a bit, furrow your brows, and prepare to be enlightened, moved, and saddened.
And there is something sad about the blogless, isn't there? We bloggers are special, you know. We're the elite. Those people without blogs, what do they do with their free time? How do they procrastinate? They never get that "aha!" moment of realizing the perfect blog topic. They don't get to brag to the world about their every accomplishment. They don't have a public forum for their navel-gazing. They don't have a spot on the internet to dump their every thought. Goodness. How sad, to not have a blog.
So in an effort to extend kindness to those poor blogless souls, I'd like to focus on a few that I know who are excellent people, who would be worthy of blogs if they so chose.
This is the backyard of my neighbor, Blogless Cristie. Look at that tree! This is the view from my office! Is it any wonder I'm using lots of exclamation points today? Anyone who has this tree in their backyard for me to enjoy (because, after all, this is my blog and therefore it's all about me) is a quality person. That goes for my neighbor on the other side, Blogless Megan, whose deck turns into a mini-arboretum in the summer. The view from my deck to hers is a thing of beauty and joy. So lovely of her to do that, just for me. Especially considering the fact that the view from her deck to mine is, shall we say, not quite equal.
Down the street are Blogless Linda and Blogless Kathy, both of whom have contributed knitting for afghans for neighbors with cancer. Obviously we can consider them to be honorary bloggers just for that alone. But Blogless Kathy happens to be married to (presumably) Blogless Kurt, who does this every October:
Can I just say now how much I love this? I love that it's on my street. I love that I get to enjoy the sight of it--and you should see it at night, all lit up--and I get to see little kids oohing and ahhing over it. And I don't have to lift a finger to do any of it myself. Sometimes the blogless do wondrous things for their blogging peers.
Blogless Kathy and Kurt live next to Blogless Barb, who has more energy that any one person should be allowed to have. One day I saw Blogless Barb skipping down the sidewalk with her daughter. I don't mean just sort of skipping, I mean knees high in the air, covering lots of ground with each skip. Just watching her exhausted me, and I had to lay down with smelling salts and a cold compress. Blogless Barb has taken in my dogs on numerous occasions when we've been out of town. The dogs are treated very well there. Frankly, I think Gracie would rather live there permanently and just visit my house on occasion, like some people visit an elderly, cranky great-aunt once a year.
Down the street is Blogless Janet, who has the darlingest new puppy ever. I wish I had a picture of that little cutie pie. Blogless Janet is a highly enjoyable person who once, years ago, made the mistake of teasing me because I didn't know how to use circular needles. I'm sure she came to regret that, because just about every time I see her, I remind her that I know how to use circular needles (Hey, Blogless Janet! I know how to use circular needles! And I have a blog!). But we'll cut her some slack today because of the sheer cuteness of her new puppy.
Next to her is Blogless Paula. However, Paula has, after consideration, decided that she'd prefer to be called "Blog-Free." Hi, Blog-Free Paula! Changed your mind on that no-blog status yet? Blog-Free Paula should have a blog. It would be very funny. Everyone, all together now--Paula, stop being Blog-Free!
Then there are my other blogless friends, people I've mentioned before, namely: Blogless Heidi and Blogless Don. Blogless Heidi is a knitter. Blogless Don is not. But Blogless Don and his partner, (presumably) Blogless Brad, have excellent taste in yarn and colors, and they love scarves, and they thought, hey, maybe it would be cool if we bought yarn and gave it to our knitting friends and they would knit us nifty scarves.
Now really, how fun is that? Look at these fine yarns and colors I get to play with and they didn't cost me a penny:
Cascade 220. This photo really doesn't quite do justice to the colors. I tried photographing them in all kinds of different light situations, and finally gave up. The middle color is the primary color, a deep, rich brown, and the lighter colors will be accents. Yum. And I heart Cascade 220. Such a great yarn.
More scrumptiousness here. Cascade 220 as the main color again, with Mountain Colors as the contrast. How very, very cool is that?
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, geez, Ms. Knit Think, weren't you just bragging about the great progress you've been making on your Christmas knitting, and now here you are distracted by some blogless people and their crazy plans? Ha, I say, ha! For I have finished the Christmas knitting! And as soon as I block it, I will show you! But I am free! Free, free from the constraints of Christmas knitting!
Yes, today, the 15th of October, I can say I'm done with Christmas knitting, and that joyous situation has made me feel benevolent to all humankind, even the blogless and blog-free. Please--go forth and treat your blogless friends with kindness and consideration today.