a knitter navigates through life

Monday, January 26, 2009

painting party!!!

Possibly the most uninteresting picture I have ever posted on my blog:

A nice, shiny, newly-painted ceiling! Painting party on Saturday! Woo!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

something lurking . . .

Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the laundry . . .

Sunday, January 18, 2009

too bad I don't have extra-large armpits

The last two days have totally redefined my definition of cold. There's nothing like making deliveries for an hour at 7 AM when the temperature, without windchill, is 13F. When I looked at the weather forecast yesterday, my reaction was, "Wow! Overnight low in the 30's?! Sweet!!" Which would have sounded crazy to me only a week ago.
The weather today has been beautiful, in the 40's (practically balmy!), bright and sunny, with a gentle breeze and soft blue sky. It's almost as if the weather is apologizing for the misery it inflicted on us.
And let me tell you, it's a good thing too, because I am having Sweater Issues, or, more accurately, Being Incapable of Counting Issues. I brought my Brookside Sweater out of hibernation to finish it up before the cold weather ends. (That was why it went into hibernation in the first place. I just couldn't face finishing a brown sweater in May.) I'd finished the body and sleeves up to the point of joining them and doing the raglan decreases. Quick and easy, right? Wrong. The first time, I was only doing half the decreases I should have been; but with a quick trip to the frog pond, I was back on my way. This time, I inexplicably seemed to forget about the second decrease point. I was decreasing at points 1, 3 and 4, but not 2. Is it weird that my first thought was, "I could make this work if only I had extra-large armpits"?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

a little FYI

If you should find yourself trying to access Home Depot via the internet, be really really sure you include the "m" when typing in the address. Otherwise, bad things. Very very bad things.

Monday, January 12, 2009

My dreams have gotten a lot more mundane in recent years. I guess my mind is more focused on the day-to-day details than when I was a kid. Besides being more boring, this has another downside. If I dream that I'm married to Bob Dole and raising penguins in Guam, I can be pretty sure that's a dream. But today I found myself wondering if the conversation I had where my Dad told me he found wire shelving on sale for the garage actually happened or if I dreamt it. Crap.