...they are finished! And on time, barely, but on time.
And they fit.
And she likes them.
July 30, 2008
Six States Socks
I have about one and a half inches to go before I start the toe on the second sock. They are the last part of my birthday gift to Dearest Sister, who arrives this evening. They are supposed to be done by the time she arrives.
I knit at lunch.
I knit on break.
I will be knitting as soon as I change my clothes after I get home tonight.
Knit knit knit knit knit.....
Somehow it's not good enough to be done with them before she leaves. I want them for her when she arrives. Then she can't say..."those are beautiful, but I don't think I would want a pair of handknit socks. It would break my heart when I wore them out." If they are already done, she has to take them. See my plan?
Knit knit knit knit knit knit......
I knit at lunch.
I knit on break.
I will be knitting as soon as I change my clothes after I get home tonight.
Knit knit knit knit knit.....
Somehow it's not good enough to be done with them before she leaves. I want them for her when she arrives. Then she can't say..."those are beautiful, but I don't think I would want a pair of handknit socks. It would break my heart when I wore them out." If they are already done, she has to take them. See my plan?
Knit knit knit knit knit knit......
July 29, 2008
Dearest Sister is Coming to Visit!
It was about the only thing that got me back home at the end of vacation.
Well, not really. I don’t mind so much coming home. I like where I live, and don’t mind what I do for a living. It would be better if that part of my life wasn’t so much up in the air right now, but that’s just technicalities. Over all, I don’t have anything too much to grumble about.
And I think that makes special times even more special. Like the trip to Yellowstone, or when I get a visit from Dearest Sister and Galaxie Guy.
See, we go way back, we do. I’ve known her all her life, and I know things about her. Yes, I do.
She didn’t use to clean up her room. Well, neither did I really. We always shared a room and it was always a mess!
And sometimes she really misbehaved with babysitters. Maybe I wasn’t such a good example. In fact, the few times my poor mother found someone to watch us, how we performed might be akin to torture. Not many repeat babysitters in those days, now that I think about it.
She gave me the mumps. And that made me miss the first day of fifth grade. I thought that was about the worst thing that could happen, missing the first day of school. What was the point in going the rest of the year if one missed the first day, I ask you? That she did, gave me the mumps!
And she got me hooked on hankies…
On the other hand, one of my daughters was overheard warning a friend ‘not to worry about my mom and her sister…sometimes they just start laughing at nothing!’….to which we started laughing, thusly proving her point.
(Sometime she gets me to laughing just so I will wet my pants.)
Hurry up, Dearest Sister, and come see me. I anxiously await your arrival!
Well, not really. I don’t mind so much coming home. I like where I live, and don’t mind what I do for a living. It would be better if that part of my life wasn’t so much up in the air right now, but that’s just technicalities. Over all, I don’t have anything too much to grumble about.
And I think that makes special times even more special. Like the trip to Yellowstone, or when I get a visit from Dearest Sister and Galaxie Guy.
See, we go way back, we do. I’ve known her all her life, and I know things about her. Yes, I do.
She didn’t use to clean up her room. Well, neither did I really. We always shared a room and it was always a mess!
And sometimes she really misbehaved with babysitters. Maybe I wasn’t such a good example. In fact, the few times my poor mother found someone to watch us, how we performed might be akin to torture. Not many repeat babysitters in those days, now that I think about it.
She gave me the mumps. And that made me miss the first day of fifth grade. I thought that was about the worst thing that could happen, missing the first day of school. What was the point in going the rest of the year if one missed the first day, I ask you? That she did, gave me the mumps!
And she got me hooked on hankies…
On the other hand, one of my daughters was overheard warning a friend ‘not to worry about my mom and her sister…sometimes they just start laughing at nothing!’….to which we started laughing, thusly proving her point.
(Sometime she gets me to laughing just so I will wet my pants.)
Hurry up, Dearest Sister, and come see me. I anxiously await your arrival!
Tour de Fleece
My goal was three skeins completed. I reached four. Good job!
I had hoped to spin every day, but knew it would be iffy, what with the vacation and all. I made a valiant attempt. I took the spindle and roving along, but it was not to be. Too much to do, too much to see. Very well.
Along the way, I learned from Maggie Casey’s book, Start Spinning, and feel more confident in teasing and carding the fleece, and in setting the final twist. Much more confident. Well done
(And thank you, Maggie, for selling me, Betsy, the Flying Lendrum, too!)
All in all, I feel I crossed the finished line, victorious, with only a scrape or two! I award myself ‘Le Maillot Jaune’!
And the crowd goes wild…..
Next up…..Ravelympics! I play for Team Colorado, Event Baby Dressage.
You are dying to know, aren’t you?
I had hoped to spin every day, but knew it would be iffy, what with the vacation and all. I made a valiant attempt. I took the spindle and roving along, but it was not to be. Too much to do, too much to see. Very well.
Along the way, I learned from Maggie Casey’s book, Start Spinning, and feel more confident in teasing and carding the fleece, and in setting the final twist. Much more confident. Well done
(And thank you, Maggie, for selling me, Betsy, the Flying Lendrum, too!)
All in all, I feel I crossed the finished line, victorious, with only a scrape or two! I award myself ‘Le Maillot Jaune’!
And the crowd goes wild…..Next up…..Ravelympics! I play for Team Colorado, Event Baby Dressage.
You are dying to know, aren’t you?
July 28, 2008
O is for...
...Old Faithful!
Having just gotten back from Yellowstone, I believe this is fortuitous timing!
I have a photo of one of the most famous, maybe THE most famous, features of this particular National Park before it’s timely eruption.
Having just gotten back from Yellowstone, I believe this is fortuitous timing!
I have a photo of one of the most famous, maybe THE most famous, features of this particular National Park before it’s timely eruption.
That little puff of steam back on the hill...that is she!
I have photos of the multitude of people gathering at the appointed time to see the famous geyser blow its heated water and steam into the sky. There were many….of all shapes and sizes and ages and nationalities. It is a famous geyser, indeed!
(Dearest Sister...Notice the ladies black pants! You were right. Those yellow ones were timeless!)
I have a movie of Old Faithful (and the back of a ladies head) of the event. It is an okay movie, but partway through, I realized I was watching this fantastic show of nature through an itty bitty camera screen, and missing the majesty of it all. The quality of the recording goes markedly downhill at that point, but I have pretty good memories instead!
What I give you is a photo of Old Faithful from 2004 instead. It was a colder and cloudier morning, and there was more steam, which blocked the view. Still, a remarkable sight.
Stats:
Eruptions average every 74 minutes, +/- 30 minutes
Hgt: 100-180 ft.
Time: 1 ½ - 5 minutes
Volume: 3700-8400 gallons (depending on length of eruption)
Temp: Water: 204F Steam: 350F
(Info from www.nps.gov/yell/planyourvisit/oldfaithfaq)
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