In the last post, I mistakenly judged the amount and duration of a work project. I am NOT Badger, I am Moley, digging ever deeper into software upgrade & data transfer issues. Posts may be a little less frequent until everything is running smoothly…
Without further ado, below are the knitting projects I have been working on of late. No idea what two of them will turn out to be, but it doesn’t really matter sometimes. Just playing with the transition from wool to cotton, bless this beautiful star system! The short-sleeve sweater is viewed from the back, as that is the prettiest side right now. I think the brown will be a cowl, though it started a little too optimistically as a tube top. I size myself as if I were my own grandparents living in Florida, for whom time moves much slower and so do the grandkids’ growth rates. I know exactly how to cast on the right number of stitches and what my measurements are, but in my head I will forever be that willowy, tall, and graceful 20-something I like to imagine I was…
Notice the cool, recently rain-showered what-we-are-calling grass, the pool I had been taking my morning laps in until a cruel grackle landed with its sharp talons on my beloved pink ring, and the late afternoon shadow of the cherry trees! “Somebody” did not go to work today! She was waiting for the propane guy to deliver a new tank and it is almost a three hour commute from the property to work which I–I mean she–just refused to make this lovely day.
Weak excuse, I know, but here is the other reason: Yesterday, a friend loaned me a book I physically could not put down. I drove up to the delta on Sunday afternoon and checked the sprinklers (there’s no electricity and battery-operated timers are not dependable) and the garden and the palm trees. Then I turned on the gas and lit the pilot so I could have a hot shower later in the evening in the outhouse under the bright and watchful eye of the full moon. There’s a good joke in here somewhere, I just know it!
After a run on the levee along a midnight blue slough as the sun set, I tucked into (vegetarians, look away!) manfood of a slab of baby back ribs, a half pound of tri-tip, and a six-pack of Bud Light with lime (don’t tell ANYONE and I mean ANYONE about the beer. In our household, NO ONE buys, stocks, or drinks factory beer, but my better half unwisely took off for Europe for a month and standards have definitely slipped, or rather, if we’re being honest, fell off something like a cliff face somewhere in the Andes).
Settling in for the night in wet hair that can scare the natives in the morning when dry (and that is saying a lot), I snapped on the Mighty Bright book light, which actually does live up to its name, popped open another cold one, snuggled into my sleeping bag, and continued reading Joel Stein’s “Man Made, A Stupid Quest For Masculinity”, which he did and wrote about upon learning with a shock that he was going to have a son. Hilarious, irreverent, and really weird. I fell asleep with the book on my face around 2AM (sorry, V, for the drool on page 174) and awoke at 5:30 to get back to it.
That author is so unabashedly low on testosterone that without realizing what I was doing, I had pulled the last bit of tri-tip and a beer out of the ice chest and was devouring them as I read. At 6AM. Something about a vague fear that some of it would rub off on me if I didn’t ward it off with beer and barbecue while reading, no matter what time of day it was. Kinda like garlic to a vampire. Freaked me out. It is possible that a lack of sleep may have contributed to this mental state.
Once in a long while, I seem to need to do the pink negligee and bonbons thing of staying in bed all day and reading, falling asleep, reading, and falling asleep. Only, in a sleeping bag in a trailer out in the country without electricity. Trust me, it is much, much better this way. I’ve experienced the flipside and this is heaven. Just as long as one’s significant other is 9 time zones away 🙂
That scary funny book is calling me back. Talk to you later!
This sucker’s a beauty. 
Butternut Baby’s a keeper!
You begin with the perfect raw materials. The vision between your ears is magnificent. You’re so excited! All you need to do now is to fill in the blanks. It’s a cakewalk!
Knit Bane 