The title is that of a short story by Argentine writer, Jorge Luís Borges. This has long been a favorite story of mine and quite possibly is one of the things that ultimately drew me to Buddhism, as it deals with the idea of the essentially false nature of the reality that we perceive and the multiple possibilities that reality can take the form of depending on the actions (karma) of ourselves and others.
Superficially, though, it is also a tale of intrigue, and I got to thinking about it today while finishing my second sock for Sock Wars. My target has done two pairs of socks in the time it has taken me to do one. Despite her speed, though, she is already dead and simply doesn't yet know it.
I did these in Baby Twist 100% baby alpaca yarn. Not machine washable, but certainly soft and warm. I think I'll send them regular mail, so she'll have a chance to try to kill yet again while she awaits her inevitable doom.
Speaking of Babies
I got home from a busy night at work and crashed into bed around 11AM. At about 1PM, David came in and woke me up. Tlingit, one of his girls who boards at a farm nearby had been in labor for an hour, which generally means a problem. So I got up, grabbed my things, and headed over to the farm.
Fortunately, it was only a mild malpresentation, so a quick correction of the position of the front legs and out popped an apparently healthy female cria. David's still thinking of names, and we're waiting on landlady Wendy to send us pics, as she's the only one who brought along a camera.