Last week, during the local ladies meeting someone asked me to put away my knitting. Ha! They just do not know me well here… yet. No way. I always KIP – knit in public. I nicely explained that I knit all the time in all kinds of places. And it is much better for people around me to watch me knit than to watch me fidget. And if they play it right sometimes they get my knitted artifacts too. Another huge reason for me to knit during meetings that it lessens a chance of me opening up my big mouth. Since I am rarely politically correct it is a good thing, trust me. I am KIP-ing here all the time. Today I have ventured into the Old Mall by myself. And in the triumph of my illiteracy I managed not only to get on the right bus -this was tricky because at night the schedule changed but I did not know about it, but also get off in the right place. All the time I waited for the bus I knit on my Spiral Blanket. It looks very striking and I got lots of comments on it. I could reply to comments made in Russian or broken English. To others, like the beautiful dark-skinned Ethiopian lady I could only nod and smile. And that is a language in itself. Knitting is really big here in schools. DD #2 started knitting because she wants to be one of the crowd. On the other hand DD#1, after demonstrating her proficiency with the knitting needles took up crochet – just to be different. I am hoping to be able to start teaching soon. Not in Hebrew yet, but in Russian. But it will have to wait until after Pesach.