{"id":2371,"date":"2013-01-24T11:59:08","date_gmt":"2013-01-24T16:59:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/?p=2371"},"modified":"2013-01-24T11:59:08","modified_gmt":"2013-01-24T16:59:08","slug":"when-in-doubt-crochet-cthulhu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/?p=2371","title":{"rendered":"When in Doubt, Crochet Cthulhu"},"content":{"rendered":"

I come in from the cold Arctic blast that is January in Ontario, stamping my boots and huffing and making an emphatic\u00a0“Woo!”<\/em> to let \u00a0all the indoor folk know the state of the whirlwind out there, like all good snow-shovelers do. I pull off ice-encrusted gloves, kick my boots in a corner, gesture meaningfully at the snowy window, and exhale hard at my husband.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Me: I need a ski mask.<\/p>\n

Viking: Never.<\/p>\n

Me: But… I need one for shoveling snow.<\/p>\n

Viking: YOU are never getting a ski mask. Ever. With a capital-N Never.<\/p>\n

Me: But look at the pinkness factor of my cheeks.<\/p>\n

Viking: Cute.<\/p>\n

Me: But it’s COLD out there. Really-really<\/em> cold. I need a ski mask.<\/p>\n

Viking: We’ve been together 17 years. You’ve never needed a ski mask. I am FORCED, with no small amount of dread, to wonder why you need one now.<\/p>\n

Me: I got old. My old-lady cheek-al regions are more delicate.<\/p>\n

Viking: No.<\/p>\n

Me: My old-lady chin might freeze and fall right off.<\/p>\n

Viking: No.<\/p>\n

Me: You’ll have a chinless wife. You’ll divorce me for some young chick with both her cheeks and an intact chin.<\/p>\n

Viking: Wait. \u00a0You said the D-word. *dreamy look* Let me enjoy that for a second.<\/p>\n

Me: My old-lady fist might punch you right in the ass.<\/p>\n

Viking: Good luck with all that. Let me get you the step stool.<\/p>\n

Ten minutes later…<\/em><\/p>\n

Me: Is the credit card still linked to my Amazon account?<\/p>\n

Viking: Buying a\u00a0book?<\/p>\n

Me: Yep.<\/p>\n

Viking: What’s it about?<\/p>\n

Me: *blinkblink<\/em>* It’s about, uh…an old lady. Who lives in the, um, Arctic. Her chin fell off and her husband left her. And she has to–<\/p>\n

Viking: Buy a ski mask on Amazon?<\/p>\n

Me: Drat.<\/p>\n

Fifteen minutes later….<\/em><\/p>\n

Me: Goin’ on a Timmies run, want a coffee?<\/p>\n

Viking: Sure, thanks.<\/p>\n

Me: Okay, so, yeah, I’m gonna take $20 from your wallet for that cuz I’m broke.<\/p>\n

Viking (not looking up from his laptop): \u00a0A ski mask shouldn’t cost a whole $20…<\/p>\n

Me: \u00a0It doesn’t, it’s on sale at–oh, drat.<\/p>\n

Viking: You suck at ski masks.<\/p>\n

Me: I DO NOT!<\/p>\n

Viking: You really do.\u00a0How are you ever going to make your big\u00a0foray\u00a0into the criminal underworld?<\/p>\n

Me: I’m gonna skip ski masks altogether and go straight to full-on HAZMAT.<\/p>\n

Viking: Stealthy.<\/p>\n

Me: You don’t know. I’m very small. I could be stealthy in HAZMAT.<\/p>\n

Viking: You couldn’t be stealthy wearing an invisibility cloak during a vow of silence.<\/p>\n

Half an hour later….<\/em><\/p>\n

Viking: That’s some bright yarn. What are you crocheting?<\/p>\n

Me: Oh, just somethin’ I saw online …<\/p>\n

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(Author’s note: On a writing note, I am finally finishing up Death Rejoices, the second book in the Marnie Baranuik Files, and plunging directly into the third, tentatively entitled Last Impressions. My new home–even in this -25 degree weather–has been the Old Lakeview Cemetery in Thorold. I find myself driving out there in the evenings alone and just wandering. If I do happen to go missing, probably I bumped into a bigger, weirder nutbar out there and someone should check between the stones for my sad little remains. Hrm, that ended on a gloomy note, jeez. Back to happy, back to happy!) \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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