Creeping Towards Sanity
I know my grasp of reality is tenuous at best on a fairly regular basis, but lately I think the connection has been more faulty than usual. I blame the rain. We're having another rainy day. I've lost track of them now, though I am very much aware that today is Saturday and it's time for Saturday Sky. See how grey it is at midday?
I did eventually realize (perhaps after being reminded by somebody) that my last post was posted on a Tuesday but was written as if it were posted on Wednesday. I had no sooner adjusted to the correct day of the week when I had a phone conversation on Wednesday afternoon with someone who closed the call with, "See you tomorrow!" I had plans to see her on Friday, so she really threw me and I had a moment of complete and total confusion before I finally, timidly, said, "Isn't today Wednesday?", fully expecting that I was date challenged once more. Fortunately, she was the one who was confused, so I am in good company and feeling a bit more connected with reality.
You'd think I'd be spending more time knitting because of the rain, and it's been somewhat true. I've sort of lost enthusiasm for the Celtic Braid Socks. I'm also now feeling the pain as I see lots of Summer of Socks 2008 participants having finished one or more socks in the one week since summer began.
Here's where the sock stands today, about halfway done. I am not knitting on gauge for this sock. My gauge is off. That said, I'm not 100% sure of the correct gauge for the sock, as the pattern merely states 28 stitches to 4 inches. . . horizontally, vertically, or both is not specified. The author of this pattern must be a very, very loose knitter, because she used size 0 needles to get a sock to fit a US 10 1/2 women's shoe size. I am usually a midrange knitter who usually gets gauge on the recommended needle size, and I have a size 8 1/2 foot, so I am knitting with size 0 needles. I have been knitting away and the sock does fit on my foot, but when I got to the heel placement for the afterthought heel, the sock was at least an inch too short. The afterthought heel instructions in the pattern didn't make a lot of sense, and it was after 10:00 at night (and beer had been consumed), so I put the sock into timeout and worked on another UFO for the rest of the night.
Today I got some very, very helpful afterthought heel advice from Karen, so I figured out how I'm going to make the heel work. I also decided to try the sock on DD. It's a pretty good fit, just a little too long for her, so this sock is now for her. It does fit on my foot, and I could have knit more length in the foot before I started the heel, but I was also concerned about how the sock was going to work with my high arches and didn't want to go crazy tweaking the pattern. I thought about frogging the sock and trying again with size 2 needles, but it looked so good on DD and she was so thrilled about me knitting socks for her that I decided to keep on keeping on and gift it to her. I feel a little bit crazy about knitting such labor intensive socks for an almost seven year old, but this way I can salvage what I've already knit and look at it as a learning experience.
I've also been cooking during our rainy weather, but not too much -- let's not get the impression that I like cooking or am good at it. I ran out during a break in the rain the other day and cut some rhubarb and made sUsAn's Rhubarb Crunch. It is *so* good. I highly recommend it. My kids won't eat it and DH only likes rhubarb a little bit, so there's plenty for me.
I decided not to bake Loco a cake. We went to the dog bakery to get him a birthday cake, but the owner wasn't there and she's the only one who can decorate cakes. So, we got him a pupcake for his birthday, as well as an apple pie, cheese cake, and quite a few other delicious treats. We came home and sang Happy Birthday to Loco. I think he found it incredibly frustrating to have us all standing around him, crowding him, serenading him off-key with a song he didn't understand. Dogs, labs especially, aren't really enamored of anything that delays eating, especially anything as pointless (to them) as singing. Loco stood and looked at us all as though he couldn't believe we were wasting so much time when what he really wanted was to immediately commence the eating of a treat. I'm glad we didn't put a candle on it as we had planned, because he made several attempts to liberate the pupcake. This is the only photo I got of him with it -- it was impossible to get it anywhere near him without him attempting to snatch the pupcake out of my hand.
Once he got the pupcake, he took it into the family room, because it's better to eat something messy on the carpeting versus on a surface that the cleaners (that would be DH and me) can more easily tidy up. Like most other kids his age, Loco ate the frosting first and then ate the cake.
The second photo shows Loco actually taking the pupcake from me. Never fear, my fingers were not harmed and there will be no disruption to my knitting. There should be plenty of knitting going on this evening, but I don't think I will make the knit one sock in one week goal. I started the Celtic Braid Sock last Saturday evening, but evening is rapidly approaching and I have 70+ rows to knit. I'm going to get moving on it, but don't expect miracles.
Before I close, I wanted to mention a swap that I've signed up for, my first swap in a long time. You have to be a Dogs on Thursday person. DoT will be celebrating its one year anniversary next month. I can't believe it's only been one year. I've met so many wonderful bloggers through DoT. As for the swap, I couldn't resist after seeing the photo of Elise with her ears flapping in the wind -- so cute!







It's springtime -- this sky photo was taken at 7:15 pm, and it was still light out. Little by little, it seems that winter is leaving us. Of course, I'd just spent an hour sitting on a metal bench in an ice rink while DD had her skating lesson, so it seemed positively balmy when we got outside. 




















On Monday, I took the day off because there was no one to watch DS. We made a day of it. We started at the farm for breakfast. We got some cider doughuts, of course. On Monday at 9:00, there was no wait to get them at the bakery.
Moving along to my own agricultural adventures, here's the latest view of the poinsettia in my office. I have started boxing it at night to fool it into growing some red bracts by late December. I'm still not sure that will happen, but get a load of what has been happening since I started boxing it -- look at all of the tiny little pale green bracts that are growing now. I might just be on to something here. I tend to doubt that the farm is going to call me and ask me for advice on poinsettia cultivation, but I've kept this thing alive for ten months now and I'm quite proud. I'd like to repot it, but that is often the kiss of death for my plants, so it's going to have to make due with its original pot until after the holidays are over and it's safe to make that kind of change.