One un-vents something one unearths it one digs it up one runs it down in whatever recesses of the eternal consciousness it has gone to ground.

I know that spinning sets me in a trance it soothes me and charges my batteries at the same time. When times are tough I sit down to spin during the news-broadcasts, with therapeutic results.

Really, all you need to become a good knitter are wool, needles, hands, and slightly below-average intelligence. Of course superior intelligence, such as yours and mine, is an advantage.

What? You can't knit in the dark? Stuff and nonsense anybody can. Shut your eyes. Knit one stitch. Open your eyes and look at the stitch it's all right. Shut your eyes and knit two stitches. Open them. Shut them. Knit three stitches. Falling off a log is no comparison.

Knit on with confidence and hope through all crises.

Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit either.

Really, handknitting is a dreamy activity, built into many people's thumbs and fingers by genes already there, itching to display their skills and achievement possibilities.

One tends to give one's fingers too little credit for their own good sense.