Tuesday, January 24, 2006
How Green Was My Valley.
Brenda Dayne, the Fairy Podmother of the knitting community, asked me to join the Welsh National Team for the Knitting Olympics. As you can see from this photo taken with Brenda (in our Welsh national knitting costumes) -- I am much younger than she. I am humbled and honored by her request, and have undertaken a course of study (in addition to training) so that I might do my new country proud.
The national anthem of Wales is Hen Wlad fy Nhadau. It's a beautiful melody, but the words all sound like they are sung with a mouth full of caramel. Don't ask me how to pronounce anything. Pretty much everything can be pronounced by taking a bite from a charleston chew and reading from the phone book.
The capital of Wales is Cardiff. There is nothing funny about Cardiff. I've looked. Nothing.
I contemplated attending university at the University of Wales in Aberystwyth, on Cardiagn Bay, but changed my mind, realizing I'd never be able to pronounce so much as the name of my dorm.
Wales' major exports are: manufactured goods (would this include wool?), fuels, chemicals, food, beverages, and tobacco.
Natural hazards: winter windstorms, flooding. So if you move to higher ground to escape the floods, you run a risk of being blown away.
Nothing more to say now than GO TEAM!