tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132282532024-03-07T20:24:09.805-06:00Knit one, School twoBeing a journal of my knitting, organizational endeavours, and miscellaneous tidbitsCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.comBlogger478125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-1483708846478983652019-07-27T09:12:00.000-05:002019-07-27T09:12:21.052-05:00Time flies!My weekly blog post has been absent of late - not because of an internet outage, failure to pay the bills, or my exit from this world. I've just had a full slate of activities, and blogging got sent to the bottom of the list. No, it got dropped FROM the list.<br />
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But here we are, the last Saturday in July, and I do NOT have a full slate of computer activities for this morning, so I'm darting about here and there - updating this, learning about that, chasing down an errant cobweb that catches my eye (and cleaning the shelf above the washer while I'm at it, which led me to notice that the dish soap was placed behind the wallpaper stripper on top of the bathroom cabinets, instead of inside a cabinet where I'd look for it....) It's bunny trail day! My family should be glad that these days don't happen often.<br />
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The major recent event in my life is that the 'reference item' in so many of my weather photos has, after 20 years of life, passed into firewood and chips. It's been at least two years in the making ... a dead bit here a dead bit there, then two very dead branches last year... and this year, 80% of the remaining tree was a lovely skeleton. Great for seeing birds and squirrels and chipmunks running around in the tree, but very bad otherwise.<br />
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As of yesterday afternoon, we have either a very tall stump, or a very unfinished totem pole in our front yard. And some rather squished flowers. They'll recover - if not this year, then the next. Unless the sun does them in. The jury is still out as to what kind of tree will be planted next. Not a willow, certainly -- two in that spot was sufficient, and I'd like something that doesn't shed quite so much.<br />
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My flower garden by the streetis flourishing. This is the season of Purple Coneflowers, but the daylilies are getting their say in. The irises bloomed earlier this year, and the lupine - well, winter must not have agreed with them much. I had one lupine come back, and several wee plants that didn't bother flowering. Perhaps next year! The oak tree which was planted when the street project wrapped up is growing nicely.<br />
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I got a box of yarn since I last blogged. It's turned into swatches for a TKGA project, and let me tell you -- it was strange to work with wool. My 'backburner' project for the past 18+ months has been in warp cotton. It's coming along nicely. If the above box hadn't arrived, it *might* have been finished in time for this year's fair -- but the box did arrive, so the completion date is definitely going to be after fair time. <br />
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Adieu!Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-29245355097721197792019-04-29T09:05:00.003-05:002019-04-29T09:05:27.085-05:00April ShowersI've been ignoring my blog. And I've been ignoring everyone else's blog, too. Life has had Real Things happening in it of late. Since I last wrote,<br />
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<li>The projected flooding happened; I saw a river higher than it's been in 23 years due to an ice jam </li>
<li>Filia bought a minivan</li>
<li>We delivered a minivan to a shop for modifications</li>
<li>I traveled to Dallas, TX</li>
<li>I returned from Dallas</li>
<li>We collected a modified minivan from the shop</li>
<li>We had a blizzard the day after we collected the minivan</li>
<li>Filia no longer relies on Mater to get to and from work, or anywhere else</li>
<li>The last counterpane square has been knit</li>
<li>Test knits arrived, were knit, and got sent off</li>
<li>Much systems administration work has been merrily completed</li>
<li>Some systems administration work has been uncooperative</li>
<li>I've dog-sat 13 times. </li>
<li>and lots more</li>
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And today, the storm clouds of work and travel have cleared, and the day stretches open before me. Except it's 9:03 CST on a Monday, which means other people are getting to work. I fully expect my inbox to start dinging with things to keep me delightfully occupied. Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-52102072095816891262019-03-08T10:06:00.003-06:002019-03-08T10:06:29.985-06:00Marching ForwardIt's March now, so I can stop posting about snowstorms on the weekends right? Actually, no. We're dancing around the edge of a major storm tomorrow, and are in the 3-14" range, based on projections from the last few days. Wet, heavy snow, they say - with lots of warnings about how shoveling wet, heavy snow can impact one's health.<br />
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And then next Wednesday, it'll rain. With possible flooding, since the storm drains are all iced in. Fun!<br />
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Knitting actually happened in February. I worked up two wee little cardigans in unspun yarn <br />
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I learned that the yarn was VERY unprocessed. It was clean, so far as debris goes - but my 42g cardi lost 2 g in the wash - almost 5% of its weight! Imagine losing 5% of your body weight in the shower. <br />
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The Counterpane made decent progress, too. I finished the second short border, and am going to switch back to knitting squares. Just 15 left! And then sewing on a border, verifying the length, knitting two long borders, knitting the edging ... in other words, I'm not 'almost' done yet. I've added a test knit to my knitting plate, and am starting to contemplate a Christmas sweater as well.<br />
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I leave you with a photo...<br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-83577741498690907872019-03-01T20:47:00.002-06:002019-03-01T20:47:53.450-06:00More white!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-83564225132741292312019-02-26T08:03:00.002-06:002019-02-26T15:35:18.769-06:00'Twas Winter...<div style="text-align: center;">
'Twas winter, and the slithy toves, </div>
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Did gyre and gimble in the drifts. </div>
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It's almost Wednesday, and February 2019, which means the roads must have been noteworthy once again. We had a wee bit of a blizzard over the weekend - not much actual snow in our location (unlike 50 miles to the east), but sufficient winds to remind mankind that plows are not the solution to everything. Sometimes you need a road grader, or a front loader, or a tank. And sometimes, not even a tank can manage the job.
By mid-day Monday, though, the intersection (see previous posts) was clear.
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The bridge over Perch Creek was clear. </div>
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The road after Perch Creek had a nice cut in the drift, wide enough for a car to get through.<br />
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A drift near Deer Corner also had a nice cut in it. This photo was taken from almost the same location as the fourth picture in <a href="https://knitoneschooltwo.blogspot.com/2019/02/continuing-with-travel-trend.html" target="_blank">this post</a>. <br />
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The cut there had a little added attraction -- a southbound truck, sitting in the northbound lane. That definitely explained why the northbound lane wasn't clear! Happily, there was excellent visibility, so two-way traffic took turns using the available lane. Or shoulder. At this time of year, we're not picky about those things.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do you see the antenna?</td></tr>
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The roads were good, all told. Definitely winter driving, but not in the 'top 5 worst days of commuting to work in February 2019'.<br />
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What will March hold? Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-15982748471201158152019-02-20T12:07:00.001-06:002019-02-20T12:07:12.947-06:00Road? What road?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The word from the farmers chatting at the hardware store is that this weekend's storm is going to bring more snow than today's....Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-63433616736032846972019-02-13T10:00:00.001-06:002019-02-13T10:00:47.319-06:00Another road reportYes, if it's Wednesday in February 2019, the roads must have been up to something bloggable the day before.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The crossroads. There's a road to the left of the power lines.</td></tr>
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On the way to Filia's work, there's Deer Alley and Deer Corner (Deer Curve, really. I'll have to rename it.) Just before the crest of the hill (forgive me, you who have real hills in your terrain), there's a house on the left which has a mailbox. After two years, I no longer see the dark shape and think DEER! Except yesterday ... THREE mailboxes? No. One mailbox, and two imposters. They exited the road as I approached. Because I was driving, all the photos I got by holding by balancing the tablet on the dash with one hand and tapping where I thought the proper button was, were pretty bad, and I will spare you. <br />
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I leave you with a drift. The road doesn't go straight forwards -- it's not THAT bad (well, not unless I was on the return trip, about a half mile down from this location). The white stripe that isn't snow in the lower center is the stripe at the road shoulder, and the yellow dash at the left edge, half covered by the growing drift, is the center stripe. Decent driving, so long as one didn't need to share the road on a few stretches. And - like last week, when Vir said the conditions were the worst he's experienced in 23 years, we heard from another person yesterday that the afternoon commute was the worst in 15 years. Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-32302609258804165522019-02-06T08:38:00.001-06:002019-02-06T08:38:36.093-06:00Continuing with the travel trend..<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stopped at the crossroads on Friday</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stopped at the same crossroads yesterday</td></tr>
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When the forecast calls for 1-3" of snow, you don't think much of it in
February. But when Vir calls mid-afternoon to say the conditions are the
worst he's experienced in 23 years of Minnesota driving ... one looks
outside to smile at the flakes drifting quietly past and wonders what
the roads will be like when Filia finishes work for the day. Not bad, actually - if by not bad, you understand that in comparison to last week, they were very passable. </div>
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Having a skid-loader with a plow blade go past just before I backed out of the driveway was a nice touch of providence which I greatly appreciated. The plows hadn't been out in town yet, and the 1-3" was about 6" deep. Once I got out of town, the first 4 miles were plowed ... and then, they weren't.<br />
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Thanks to the fluffiness of the snow, driving in a few inches of it wasn't a problem. And thanks to 2 years of experience on this route, I knew where the road should be. Normally on the corner in the picture above, I'm looking carefully for deer. Yesterday, I was looking carefully for the road. (Carefully = at 35-40 mph) <br />
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When I *wasn't* looking carefully for deer, they decided to run in front of me. I'd not been carefully looking because a) I was watching for the road, and b) I was watching the oncoming pick-up truck, making sure the two of us agreed on where the road was and that we were agreeing on where the left half and the right half of the driveable area was. (Sometimes, this means that westbound traffic uses the eastbound lane, and eastbound traffic uses the shoulder (paved and/or unpaved)) No 25 yards after we passed each other - DEER! All seven of them managed to cross without interacting with the car. <br />
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More blessings! We also spotted 2 bald eagles and quite a few turkeys, making yesterday a good day on the Wildlife Sighting Scale.<br />
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Until next week ..<br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-47199446321733750872019-01-30T11:42:00.005-06:002019-01-30T11:42:49.436-06:00Almost wordless Wednesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Extra layers for shoveling on Monday</td></tr>
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-54823378471624669962019-01-21T11:57:00.000-06:002019-01-21T11:57:06.327-06:00White stuff in January?After several weeks - or at least what seemed like several weeks - without any white stuff, we had a delightful storm pass through last Friday. Light and fluffy, and not accompanied by any ice that disrupted our electricity. A delightful time was had by all. <br />
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The other white stuff on my radar is the counterpane.I've already decided that my Dallas trip this April will be accompanied by counterpane knitting. The squares are small, portable, and I don't need the pattern. <br />
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Except - I only have 15 squares left to knit. And the borders, and the edging. Those are going to be LONG strips, not anywhere near as nicely portable as the squares. Not to be foiled in my travel knitting plans, I decided to seam together the 64 squares I had done, calculate how long a border needed to be, and start work on those. <br />
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The observant reader will notice that 64 squares + 15 = 79, a very odd number of squares to need. That's because seaming a queen-sized counterpane - in white - is NOT appropriate knitting for stationary bicycling, so I started, and finished, a 65th square.<br />
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Based on photos in Mary Walker Phillip's Counterpane book, the border seems to be seamed to the bias edge of the squares at about a 3:5 ratio. And since there are 159 rows in a square, that translates 1064 rows in a border. With 47 stitches per row - maybe 21 hours for a short border? Maybe a bit more, since the bobbles and wheat ears do add stitches , and there's a lot of turning. <br />
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In other news, Filia and I have finished the Third Degree Martial Arts Black Belt Sudoku book. We've had fun, and have some new strategies firmly in our store of tricks. We've a fresh book of 300 puzzles to start tonight, and a goal - master the Y-Wing!<br />
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Until next time ... <br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-62663315658663146632019-01-09T13:50:00.002-06:002019-01-09T13:50:27.288-06:00First Finished Object of 2019The subtitle of this post could well be "What a difference a dyelot makes".<br />
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Just over a week before Christmas, it came to my attention that Filia's favorite mittens were getting rather threadbare. I mended the hole which called this fact to my attention, and decided to knit her a new pair for Christmas. And when one has 8 days to knit a pair of mittens (and live the rest of one's life), of course, one picks a nice Norwegian design in fingering yarn on size 1 needles, and uses yarn from the stash. <br />
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But I ran out. And ordered more, knowing that there's likely be a dyelot difference. The base wool would be from a different shearing, as well. Still -- what's a mitten without a thumb and a tip? In Minnesota? It's not a mitten. <br />
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The yarn arrived with all deliberate speed, and Filia now has proper mittens, making them the first Finished Object of 2019!<br />
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Mending has also been happening. My 2016 Sanquhar gloves were getting a bit thin in the thumb, so I duplicate-stitched a small area before anything actually became a hole. While those were in the mending pile, I wore a different pair of gloves...<br />
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And they, too, attracted my attention for mending. I reknit the thumb (it had been previously mended) and added some reinforcement to the other thumb, which hadn't given way - yet.<br />
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My goal of thrift/recycle/tossing an item each day has been happening, as have technique exercises on the harp. Current audiobook is Augustine's Confessions (which is going along MUCH better than trying to read the Great Books version, in which I bog down in the second paragraph). <br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-56223675691643330192019-01-02T11:41:00.001-06:002019-01-02T11:41:17.065-06:00Happy New Year!Reading Challenge 2018 was successfully completed, thanks to the library's prompt sending of and postal delivery of Arabella of Mars. I'm all set for 2019 with the Modern Mrs Darcy's reading categories, and may well save A Gentleman in Moscow for my Christmas Eve reading this year.<br />
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Although I'd like to call the Sanquhar gloves my first finished object of 2019, they were finished in 2018, on the 29th. And my next finished object was also finished in December. When the calendar changed to 2019, I had no projects on the needle. <br />
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We spend Christmas Day at my mom's house. We spend Christmas Eve there, too -- so after a wonderful Christmas Eve service, we opened up the box of Jólabókaflóð bon bons (all soft centres this year), made up a tray of sausage and cheese and crackers (a present from the family I dog-sit for), and curled up with our books. I had picked Americanah, to mostly finish off my 2018 Reading Challenge categories Mom dipped her toes into the waters of Agatha Christie with Murder on the Orient Express, while Filia read about Lucy's Bones and Filius started off in a thick tome but ended up re-reading Murder on the Orient Express and checking in with mom every 5 minutes or so to get her latest thoughts on Who Done It. <br />
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The next day held a Lessons and Carols service at church (with harp prelude and piano for the first half of the service provided by me, and the second half by our other pianist, so we can BOTH enjoy sitting and absorbing the service. Pianists can't typically just absorb a service, as that can lead to awkward silences when a hymn is supposed to be starting and the pianist is contemplating what was just said.) And it also held a second December kidney stone for Vir. A few aspirin, and he was ready to continue with the day. Ouch.<br />
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The Filius returned to his flat, and the rest of us returned home, and we settled in to enjoy Christmas week. Our corn stove is behaving and I discovered that Corn Stove Glass Cleaner is a Thing. It's a wonderful thing, and works as advertised. No baking soda, scouring pads, razor blades, dish soap, and elbow grease needed. It's a thing of beauty.<br />
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Today I have plans for Christmas baking (stollen), Christmas letter-writing (a letter a day will get all my Christmas letters answered), pattern editing, work on Demosthenes: Research Project for Classical Writing, some time of the bike (indoors, while finishing square #58 on the counterpane), and other miscellaneous things.<br />
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My last year's goals were to publish 6 patterns on Ravelry, and knit 20 or 24 counterpane squares. At #58, I can say I met the last goal with room to spare. The first goal, well, didn't happen. I started to, really I did ... but the yarn for the first pattern I'd selected was discontinued, and one of the mittens had vanished so I would have needed to reknit them in new yarn, and then I got busy, and ... my heart just isn't in self-publishing. I did design two items for Cast On -- but that doesn't count as meeting the goal. I read books in all the categories I laid out for myself, except 'Nominated for an Award in 2017.' (Unless you count Americanah being selected as a book for the city of New York to read?). Arabella of Mars has been requested from the library to fulfill that category, and if it gets here by Monday, I will be sure to finish it this year. <br />
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I'd be nice to finish the counterpane in 2019. I have SO MANY THINGS on my knitting wishlist. We'll see how it goes! I'm planning to read by categories again, from the Modern Mrs. Darcy reading list. <br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-1736869262641294092018-12-14T12:52:00.001-06:002018-12-14T12:52:45.309-06:00Ch-ch-ch-changes!Do you ever feel like you're in a season of transition or upheaval ... and then, when you step back and look at life around you, wonder why it feels that way? I'm somewhere between that state and wondering why it doesn't feel MORE upheavally. <br />
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Our pellet stove, courtesy of someone who knows more about pellet stoves than I do and his trusty grinder, is now working again. True, it's not been 48 hours yet, so it may still go Crrrrunch in the night and come to an auger-jammed halt, but all signs are that a little metal surgery on the auger flighting has done the trick. If practice makes perfect, I'm four steps closer to being perfect in disassembling the pellet stove. <br />
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Just today, I have NOTHING on my computer to-do list. That means I can knit all day! (So I'm writing a blog post.) <br />
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I can knit all day, that is, except for when I'm talking with the AAA tow truck driver. Because our faithful minivan failed to start this morning (Grandma to the rescue for getting Filia to work) and our wonderful auto shop from Amboy was pretty sure that a jump start would do nothing towards keeping the van running long enough to drive to the shop. Again, I thank God that the minivan is having issues at a nice convenient location, rather that somewhere awkward. (Two weeks ago, it failed to start at the auto shop.)<br />
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Filius has signed a lease on an apartment and is gradually transitioning over. It's much closer to work for him, which will be wonderful. I'll miss him and will have to re-shoulder the mantle of being Chief On-Site IT Personnelle. <br />
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My favorite harp concert of the year (tomorrow!) has been cancelled (not tomorrow) due to the bronchitis of the harpist. It's an excellent reason, but I will miss the inspiration to Practice Harder (so maybe, when I grow up, I can play beautifully too.) <br />
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Yesterday, we also transitioned from the Large Christmas Tree Era to the Smaller Christmas Tree Era. Filius wasn't available to help pick the fattest and closest-to-a-9-ft-ceiling tree on the lot, so I picked something skinny that I could carry. My, does it look different! <br />
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Not. Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-35332821810702030282018-12-08T10:58:00.000-06:002018-12-08T10:58:16.252-06:00My week in picturesI'm sure I could turn this into a haiku, but not today. Today is too nice and sunny to spend staring at a computer screen, coming up with just the right words for a clever blog post. And so I present some pictures of what I've been looking at of late.
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This last one is one of my favorites, and also covers where perhaps 30 hours of my life has gone since my last blog post. I imagine that Excel is trying its hand at a winter landscape. (Well, winter portrait, given the orientation of my crop), Snow, clouds and patches of blue. Trees silhoutted against the sky. Frozen.<br />
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That job is DONE and I have life beyond Excel, at least until Monday, when I will be ready to tackle anything once again. Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-83501227278386666132018-11-27T08:41:00.001-06:002018-11-27T08:41:48.277-06:00Catching up at the end of November and in which there are PhotosThe last time I sat down to write a blog post when life was quiet, a full tide of activity descended upon me and did not ebb for a week or two. After a delightful period with much scope for usefulness, quiet has again descended on my little sphere of life and I turn my attention to writing a blog post.
Most of the busyness has been in computer field, and that makes for very poor blog fodder. Creating fields, granting permissions, and uploading 45,000 (total) rows from 30 spreadsheets into a database - twice, since one critical column was missing from the first 30... only a project manager could read that with pleasure.
Knitting is more interesting. I delight in how God sends me knitting just when I need something to balance the computer's siren call. First, there was a test knit. A few days later, I had another request - and scant hours after that, a third. I finished off the current counterpane square, wound cakes of yarn, and dove in.
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Hours of fun!The cakes in the back left have become cycling knitting. I'm not crazy enough to try knitting while riding my bike outside (especially in a Minnesota winter -- knitting in insulated gloves? That would require too much concentration) but since I have a bike on a trainer (turning it into a stationary bike), I can exercise and knit in peace - and listen to an audiobook, if so inclined. To make sure the yarn doesn't get caught in the chain, I have the ball sitting at about elbow level next to me. The delightful red and white yarn in the front became a swatch.<br />
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The size of a finished knitted item depends on a lot of things. The yarn used, the needle size used, the number of stitches, the stitch pattern, the knitter, the blocking ... and even the knitter's mood (which affects the stranglehold, or lack thereof, she exerts upon the yarn while knitting) and needle material. This swatch was worked up to see what range of gauges would work well with the yarn. I always love an excuse to get out my needle case labelled 0 00 000. (4-0 through 6-0 are also in there). <br />
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Our next knitting photo comes from Filia's knitting. She hasn't been bitten by the knitting bug lately, but we've had a few craft gatherings lately - and when one attends a knit-in with one's mother who happens to be me, one MUST have a project. But it needed to be not just a project, but something that could conceivably get finished. And be useful. There are enough abandoned WIPs and non-useful collections of looped yarn in the world, more need not be created. And it had to be something that could be assembled from what was available to us, with about 30 minute notice. </div>
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And so, after assessing the available yarns, I decided that she could knit the <a href="http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/archives/2008/08/07/way_far_away_with_whales_watching.html" target="_blank">Cape Spear coverlet</a>. A task not unlike copying the Rosetta Stone, for lack of other material to copy. Except this, I think, will take longer. So long as I acquire the rest of Lisa's stash of cotton carpet warp in this lovely blue color, Filia should be set for maternally-dictated knitting for the next few score of years. And I, should I finish my counterpane and be at a loss for what to knit, can knit up a triangle or two while pondering what to do next. <br />
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The rest of life: My new bullet journal and I are getting along famously; Christmas gifts are knit and awaiting wrapping, but I need to find a good source of not overly-chocolate-coated espresso beans, our pellet stove is beautifully caulked and keeping us warm (and drying my swatches overnight), and all is well. <br />
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Until the next blog .... adieu!Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-12532879311644907932018-11-06T18:18:00.003-06:002018-11-06T18:18:46.503-06:00The Long DarknessDaylight savings time is here, and with it, darkness has arrived. For some time it's been dark when I get up - and now it's not only dark when I get up, but it's dark at suppertime as well. Darkness is excellent for indoor activities -- knitting, stationary cycling, listening to audiobooks. Triple-tasking! In the summer, I go for 2 hour bike rides and do nothing on them but cycle and think. Now in the other season, I knit-listen-cycle and sneak 90 minutes of activity into 30 minutes. How will I ever get back on my road bike?<br />
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In the knitting world, I've got a finished Christmas present sitting to one side of me, and two cakes of yarn for a test knit on the other side of me. Another test knit was mailed off last week -- and I'm up to 51 squares done on my counterpane. Knitting is most definitely happening. I'm hoping to knit up a pair of Sheringham Mitts for Beth Brown-Reinsel's KAL, too -- and am dreaming of what I'll knit after the counterpane. Sweater dress? Gansey? Stockings? Gloves? It'll be fun.<br />
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My first bullet journal got all filled up, and I decided to continue the experiment into a second one. I upped the page size from 3x5 to 5x8, more or less, and have a lot more pages. It will take me a few weeks to settle in to how I want to use the pages, but I do appreciate being able to make longer lists. My overflow to-do list from yesterday would have more than filled a page in the old journal. Lots of little things - nothing overwhelming - but enough to juggle that it's good to have it written down so as to not lose track of any piece. <br />
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Curious thing of the week: A few months ago, we replaced the toilet seat in the bathroom. Nothing extraordinary -- just a plain white 'slow close' seat with two hinges to replace a plain white seat with perhaps 1/3rd of one hinge left. And yesterday -- I noticed that the portion of the seat that one sits on (but not the sides in the back ... the part with actual contact to an average body) is turning BLUE. A very charming, pale blue. <br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-5158989152690303332018-10-13T20:04:00.000-05:002018-10-13T20:04:49.811-05:00My season is hereIt's fall. I have a greater appreciation for summer these days, and can enjoy the feeling of warmth soaking into my bones after almost two decades of Minnesota winters, but the change to fall brings delight. And maybe a bit of a fall cleaning urge, which - for the sake of family harmony - I try to keep mostly under wraps. Mmmm. Delightful, lovely, crisp fall.<br />
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And then comes winter, which may be my season even more than fall. Fall has getting-the-yard-ready-for-winter chores. Winter has no such thing. I can hibernate inside with a pot of tea, a blanket, my knitting, and knit/play harp/system-administrate to my heart's content. Except for when I have to go out, of course. <br />
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One of the things I did yesterday in my winter prep was bring the hummingbird feeder in. The sugar water in it was frozen. The day before, I picked all the peppers (and some of the plants). The last few butternut squash got picked today, and the squash plants taken down from the trellis. I've left the pole beans up for a bit longer. I'm hoping to get more than a cup or so of shelled beans out of a 6-ft row. Maybe Jacob's Cattle Beans needed a longer growing season? We'll see what the yield is after giving things another week or two to mature/dry out, and I pick anything that remotely looks like it might have beans in it.<br />
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My next library book, The Obesity Code (Fung), arrived in the mail today. More interesting things to read and learn about! </div>
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Canis is now 16 years old, best as we know from the adoption paperwork, and we've been able to see for a while that his hindquarters were going to be the first thing to go. There's a definite right sag to them, which leads him to shuffle his legs to the right to keep them under his hips -- until he comes to rest against a wall, or door, or wheelchair. He'll break out of a slow, faltering amble only for Very Important things -- like, perhaps, another dog walking through the yard. And then he'll try to walk fast without falling over. Sigh.<br />
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The Print O' The Wave stole is a rich, wine red. Not that you can tell it from this photo, but it is. I blocked a nice chunk of it to get an idea of dimensions and yarn usage and the like, and have come to the conclusion that if I use a narrower edging that Eunny Jang's Print O' The Wave Stole (which is only reasonable, considering that I've not followed much of her pattern yet -- I cast on a different number of stitches and am using the chart from Heirloom Knitting), I can probably squeak 42 repeats of the main pattern in without running out of yarn. I might try knitting the edging from the outside of the ball, starting by working across the cast on edge, then up one side. I'll be able to see how much yarn is left then, having done 2 sides of edging, and will know if I need to undo some of the center or not. Maybe? Apart from tangled yarn, I'm not seeing any pitfalls. (Which might be like saying, "apart from Florence, the Carolinas aren't expected to get any rain this weekend.")<br />
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Speaking of rain, I think we must have been having a wet summer. My shelling beans are sprouting in the shell! Bean sprouts are a thing, I know, but not in my shelling beans. I wonder if they're still edible?<br />
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My pole beans this year are FAR from sprouting in the pods (bean pods? Bean shells? Bean _____?) They're barely beginning to dry. We're still enjoying peppers, and I'm enjoying chard and kale. Butternut squash is ripening - including the odd dark green ones, which are acquiring a butternut squashy color - and that's about all that's going on in the garden these days. <br />
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I discovered that my wonderful bike light disables my speedometer (aka 'bike computer'). Drat. Supposedly, wrapping the entire light in tin foil will help. Except the lens has to be wrapped too, and then it's pretty much useless. Still, I did get to use the lights on Tuesday when my ride went a bit beyond sundown. <br />
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Adieu!Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-74669531890215898162018-09-08T10:43:00.001-05:002018-09-08T10:43:51.653-05:00Fall!September is here, and with it, the promise of fall weather. The promise is being realized today, so my planned morning bike ride has shifted to the afternoon when the temps are supposed to be out of the 50s and into the 60s. Ahhhh. <br />
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The bike tail light (and front light) have been added to my collection of cycling gear. Next up will no doubt be something with long sleeves. Ganseys, while perfect for staying warm at home and walking around the town, are probably not going to be my go-to top when it's 40-50 degrees on a bike.<br />
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I've taken care of the 'everyone who has pedals with clips goes over at some time' business. A week ago Tuesday, as a matter of fact, I decided I would try clipping in with my right foot first. Bad idea. It was also a bad idea to continue down the driveway for a ride after I got back up. Shortest.Ride.Ever! 0.1 miles was enough to tell me that I really shouldn't expect a bit more use to ease the ouch, so I circled round the block, UNclipped carefully, and got an ice pack. <br />
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And two days ago, I - by the grace of God - came to a safe, rapid stop along a US Highway when a piece of wire got tangled up between my front tire and pedals. Clankety clankety clankety cling! Brake-unclip-stop safely. The change in speed was enough to let the wire sink to the pavement and be left behind me. So I got going and clipped in again, came home, tried something new on the unclipping side of things ... and plunk - learned something else that doesn't work! Ahem. Today's ride will be a medium-for-me-distance, exploring some new roads. <br />
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The cyber world has been busy this week, from hunting down accounting items to testing workflows and LOTS of stuff in between. And there was an imponderable. What *is* the non-printing character that looks like a small, hollow circle, sitting just above mid-line? <br />
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Another buzz cropped up on my harp. I'm not sure if it's going to be a persistent buzz, or just a 'Friday the 7th of September, 2018' buzz. Time will tell. <br />
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Knitting is proceeding apace. I haven't stopped to figure out how large I can make my Print O' The Wave stole yet, but I expect I'm about half done with the body. One of these days I will have to stop knitting and make some calculations. I'm at the stage of the project where I'd normally be plotting my next project - but that's the counterpane, so I've nothing to plot. A sad, sad state of affairs. <br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-80388902090349479162018-08-27T14:31:00.000-05:002018-08-27T15:49:26.259-05:00Another quick postSetting a timer for 15 minutes and writing seems to be an excellent way to keep up with posting. I've got a spare 15 minutes before heading out... so welcome to this week's post!<br />
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Behold, the mummy! Not the same mummy with two glorious black eyes in the previous blog post, but an 'it's not winter yet, but this newly knit scarf will be GREAT for keeping the wind off the face' mummy. One weekend, 4 skeins of chunky yarn, a stitch pattern book, and voila. Cozy warmth.<br />
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Last week's mummy was the result of an unexpected and abrupt meeting between a face and a concrete sidewalk, courtesy of a sudden unbalancing tug on a dog leash, resulting from a dog catching sight of a rabbit in the shrubbery. I'm not sure who was more startled - mom, dog, or rabbit. The dog now avoids that section of the yard on her constitutionals. Despite mom's avowal that she didn't need stitches, the nurse at church thought otherwise so we popped over to urgent care in lieu of the church service, and made it back in time for the fellowship meal afterwards. Despite the doctor's considered opinion that the faceplant would not result in black eyes, the gloriously purple rings were evident within a day. Now, almost 2 weeks later, they've sunk beneath the cheekbones and add a greenish cast to the face.<br />
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Bicycling -- the smiling providence of a flat tire, perfectly timed to avoid a deluge, turned into a trip to town the next day for a new tube, a replacement tube, possibly a new tire tread, and a Serious Consideration of cycling shoes/pedals. I came home with two tubes, two new tires (mounted!), new pedals, AND new shoes. With a bit of a bike realignment/tune-up and bike fitting tucked in there, plus practicing How To Unclip While In A Trainer. A few minutes clipped in on the trainer clued me in to the fact that I might be using different muscles now that my feet were affixed to the pedals, so I decided not to overdo things with a long ride right away. Maybe 5 miles would be a good first ride? So, after getting home, I headed out, and decided after a few miles that a loop round the block shouldn't be pushing things too much. 13.5 miles, check.<br />
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The next day was a normal riding day, but I didn't want to overdo things - so I planned a 20-24 mile ride. Except around 24 miles, I was having too much fun so decided to ride up to my mom's for an ice cream sandwich. 40 miles later and 5 towns later, I was home. (That's total -- not from the 24 mile point.)<br />
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So, with Saturday rides of 30 and 40 miles, what was I do to this past Saturday but something a bit longer? I plotted a route to Truman (45 miles), left mid-morning so I'd be home before the sun was blazing hot, TOTALLY underestimated how long it would take the fog to burn off, and had fog dripping off my helmet the first two hours of the ride. One hour in, my glasses were consigned to my jersey pocket. And I had a delightful 3 hour ride -- followed up by a 5 mile jaunt with Vir (his first time on a bike in several years) to make a total of 50 miles for Saturday. Will I do 60 miles this coming week? We shall see. I think my next bike-related purchase will be a tail light. <br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-40456585109158618892018-08-16T14:32:00.002-05:002018-08-16T14:32:54.404-05:00The 15-minute blog post<br />
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Let's start with some yumminess.The above was a gift from a family I dogsit for. This dog doesn't require much ... I open the front door for her to come in, then she and Bandit spend the rest of her stay either sleeping, riding in the car, or taking one another's sleeping positions. With a little bit of 'when is my family coming back' thrown in. The shiny spot on one muffin is a QUARTER.<br />
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Counterpane update! I reached 40 squares and am taking a counterpane break to knit a stole for myself. <br />
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I've decided to use the Print O' The Wave pattern, from Sharon Miller's Heirloom Knitting. The problem is I have just ONE skein - and I'm going to live dangerously and work the edging last. Worst case scenario, I have to frog a whole lot of edging and back up a repeat or few. Really bad worst case scenario is that I have to do it twice because I calculated wrong during the first frogging. I've about 1.2 repeats (out of 3-4 dozen) done. <br />
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I've also submitted a design for the next issue of Cast On, and it's been accepted, and the yarn arrived today. So the stole isn't going to grow particularly fast. Oh, and I had a test knit last week too. And SysAdminning has been busy.<br />
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So I've needed a bit of balance in my life, beautifully achieved by riding 20-30 miles on my bike a few times a week. Except this morning, when I had a flat tire. A rock embedded in the tread was the culprit. And my spare tube was spare because it had made a lovely hissing sound from the valve once upon a time, and was only still around because I hadn't been able to figure out WHY is was making that noise, once it was off the bike. I put in on, and voila -- hissing noise and decreasing PSI. No bike ride this morning. So I picked tomatoes. A lot of tomatoes. How a lot? Enough so that my stock pot couldn't handle all the product of the food mill, and I had fresh tomato soup for lunch. I think the stock pot is going to be simmering for another 3 hours or so to get down to 'half'. <br />
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Oh, and it POURED rain about 90 minutes after my ride was deemed cancelled. So much for TWO weather apps telling me I had 4 hours before the rain was supposed to arrive. The frowning providence of a flat tire produces quarts of tomato sauce AND the lack of a drenching. <br />
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I still have a lovely harp -- with two things that need fixing (move a lever, move a string). Are things really shifting around on it, or did I manage not to notice, for four or five months, that one C lever was not aligned with the string? And that the D next to it isn't equidistant from the C and E strings?<br />
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15 minute buzzer went off. Should I save the story of the last photo for the next blog post? It'll give me something to write about!<br />
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Once upon a time, late in June, I began a blog post this way. And then I remembered that I had a webinar on the fascinating topic of European Data Privacy Laws to watch while I knit. So I tidied up my computer desktop, setting the post aside for completion after the webinar, reached for my knitting, got logged into the webinar ....<br />
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And got a chat message. Did I have time to help out with a project? Of course! So, keeping an ear on the webinar and an eye on the chat window, I learned about the new project.<br />
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And then my phone lit up. Could I possibly help out with a few tasks? Of course! <br />
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And the blog post quietly faded into the background. I think it lived in a browser window for three or four days before I laughed and closed the window. My days ebb and flow, and I delight in them ... and it's definitely been a flow lately. (Literally AND figuratively. Flows with External Resources, or Quick Actions and Process Builders invoking Flows, anyone?)<br />
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A quick recap of the past few weeks:<br />
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<li>The counterpane is progressing. I'm on square 37, and have decided to take a break after square 40 to knit a Print O' The Wave Stole.</li>
<li>Tomatoes and Cucumbers and Kale and Swiss Chard are delicious, fresh from the garden. I have an oil trap for the earwigs (sardine tin + olive oil. Dump and refill as needed) and they're not decimating things too badly. More like vigintimating. </li>
<li>I'm learning lots of lovely Salesforcey things.</li>
<li>I spend much of my day being officially helpful to others. (Yay!)</li>
<li>Spraying the town for mosquitoes kept things mosquito-free for about 3 days. And I wish I knew what the non-mosquito bites I have are! </li>
<li>I've been going on a few bike rides here and there. I hope to head out on one this afternoon.</li>
<li><a href="https://houseofyumm.com/cinnamon-blondies/" target="_blank">Cinnamon blondies</a> are delicious. </li>
<li>Cinnamon blondies are cooking on the stove now. Gotta run!</li>
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Quick picture ... Calendula Tea steeping<br />
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<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-51895101851053065522018-06-20T08:22:00.000-05:002018-06-20T08:22:03.308-05:00You know that eventful things are happening in my life when I lead off with a picture of hard water scale.
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I've never had such a large deposit break off in one piece before! It was exciting. <br />
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The vest is now completed, and the pattern spreadsheet is ready for one last reality check before I start plugging numbers into the pattern and polish it up a bit. The vest, in keeping with a Bavarian Twisted Stitch theme, uses a lot of twisted stitches -- including double decreases: left, right, and center. Some unventing happened to execute those decreases, and Cast On's tech editor had a fabulous way to describe their execution. (Wish I would have thought of executing them that way!)<br />
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As I was about to sew the last seam on the vest, my Ott Light died and bad ballast-y death. Yesterday, black yarn arrived for a test knit. Guess what's on my shopping list for today? A good floor lamp.<br />
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Another thing that arrived in the mail earlier in June was a set of HolstGarn Coast color cards. Sigh. There are SO MANY colors I'd love to knit up a sweater in. I propped the cards up next to me so I could contemplate them while I was knitting. Maybe I should run a poll ... Take a look at <a href="http://yarnery.com/brands/Holst-Garn.html" target="_blank">The Yarnery's offerings</a> and report back in the comments (or colors) which color you like best.<br />
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The garden is growing by leaps and bounds, and I really need to get out and spend some time weeding and training a few vines when it is a) not raining and b) too windy for mosquitoes. The turnips need thinning; kale and chard are making their way onto our dinner table regularly.<br />
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Must run ... mom's taxi duty calls.<br />
<br />Carolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17836309988298364312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228253.post-24225242055824134222018-06-01T11:34:00.001-05:002018-06-01T11:34:39.889-05:00We interrupt this blog absence to bring you a postSummer has arrived with a wee bit of a vengeance, and my garden needs work. Today has enough a breeze that I think I can get some weeding done without being eaten by mosquitoes. They were out in droves, swarms and several other groups yesterday!<br />
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Much knitting has been happening. And I even have photos! I worked on some projects to demonstrate yarn dominance. Does it exist? Is it a figment of some knitters' overactive imaginations? <br />
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Assuming that the analysts will grant that the samples were knit by a competent knitter and do not suffer from tension problems, I think the projects show that yarn dominance is indeed A Thing, but is more of A Thing with some patterns than others. I began my little experiment with the leg of the sock, and quickly discovered that carrying my yarns willy-nilly didn't produce the atrocious results I was looking for. If you look closely at the sock, you'll see that the band of diamonds DOES have some black diamonds (the rightmost two) are a bit smaller than the others visible in the band. And there's a bit of kettle-dyed effect going on, where the red darkens in patches. <br />
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Except the yarn isn't kettle-dyed. It's as solid as Brown Sheep can make their lovely Wildfoote sock yarn solids. I switched to another pattern, hoping for worse results, and got them -- but only upon careful inspection. So, another project was called for. Norwegian Mittens! <br />
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After my somewhat failed sock sample, I decided that yarn dominance fails probably stick out best when there's a yarn dominance success story to compare it to -- so I worked up a pair of mittens with white dominant, and then launched into a third that begins with green dominant, and switches to 'whatever' after the thumb gusset is set aside. <br />
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Sitting in a local tea shop on a hot day with a workbasket and some mittens to finish ... what could have been more delightful? Can you tell which mitten is the spare? <br />
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The May mail brought me a cardigan. I had to put it on right away, to make sure the sleeves were as long as I had thought they were when I mailed it off to the designer. They were! I thought I'd have to set it aside until October, but we had a few cool days that allowed for its wearing. <br />
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In other news, our dog - like all canines, and indeed, like all people - is getting old. He has a limp - unless it's possible to have more than one limp, in which case I'd give him 2 or 3 of them. Arthritis in spine, hips, and shoulders, plus some neuropathy in the hind end, and we're not sure how much longer he will be getting around. He still loves going on walks, and prances like a puppy for the first 30 yards or so, before settling in to whatever gait works that particular day. When we were up at my mom's, he made several slow treks around the yard, catching up on the smells, before heading off through ditch and cornfield to see what he could find over in the woods. He found a minivan with someone who stopped to see if the poor doggie was lost! His new best friend!!<br />
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Quality of life? He's got it. <br />
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A friend asked for a photo of the counterpane progress, so I took a break from knitting it to get the 28 completed squares sewn together. Voila!<br />
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I'd be roaring along on that, but another project cropped up with a deadline, so I cast on for a vest. I knit up some swatches, made some gauge calculations, plotted out how many stitches to cast on, considered the increase after the ribbing, didn't like my figures, changed them, cast on, still didn't like the figures ....<br />
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and after a decent interval, pinned it out and took a photo. Because photos lie MUCH less than the actual swatch does. It's knitting, you know, and knitting stretches. This photo is NOT of a 40" vest. So I left it pinned out (because otherwise, I would convince myself that it was 40"), recalculated, re-cast on, and am merrily sailing away up the back of a vest. </div>
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If I weren't, I'd probably be knitting a Nattroje in HolstGarn's Coast. Or Frangipani's Falmouth Navy. Or .... so many ideas, so little time! I've got some lovely skeins of yarn marinating in the stash, too, that should be lovely finished projects. But one thing at a time.</div>
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Today's thing: Vest + Weeding.</div>
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