I think. This fountain store (which is pretty much halfway between TODL's house and mine) has this outdoor fountain operating at all times... It was happily spewing water while our xmas snowstorm was going on and still kept sending water into the air today when it was below 20F.
We made cookies today while thinking about when the snowplow would go past on our side street. There's a lot of snow and ice there, just waiting to block the end of my driveway. The boys are going up north for 3 days of skiing and I will have to get out on the roads to get them to their bus in the morning. I will have to say that I appreciate being close enough to lots of things that I don't necessarily have to drive everywhere... Walking is good. It also makes me rather absurdly happy.
TODL has suggested a change to her internet secret identity. She proposes "TheOtherLawyer-Damnit" or TOL-D. I'm still not convinced, but it beats Hey, You. We are headed out in a bit to see "Whip It" at the cheap theater. I posted this thought on Facebook, but it bears repeating... I am a very lucky woman.
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in which I ramble about various subjects, post meaningless statistics about running, and rant occasionally.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Gma would be proud
My grandma was a perpetual knitter. Mittens, hats, xmas stockings, baby booties: she knit a lot. At some point during my childhood, she tried to teach me how, but I was apparently in an ungrateful brat stage and never really learned. In a semi-conscious effort to not feel as lost after she died, I took up my grandma's favorite hobby. It seemed that something from those very early lessons stuck in the back of my brain, because once my mom showed me again how to cast on, I knew instinctively that there was a right way and a wrong way to knit. I knit continental, like Gma did. The English method looks wrong and feels so wrong to me that I pretty much can't do it that way. I thought it was interesting that the continental method is also called the German method. I wonder how many generations ago this way of knitting started and then was passed down through my German (great) grandmothers...?
I started out, as many do, with scarves. I found out that I don't much like purling, so that left either a garter stitch scarf (bleah) or an excruciating stockinette, with every other row an entire row of purl! I decided to learn how to make cables. I made this scarf, one for my mom and another for my buddy M. The back and forth of scarves wore on me a little bit, so I learned to knit in the round on a circular needle and started on hats. Then I got bored with hats and decided socks were just the thing. I made a dozen or so pairs of socks after I discovered wooden needles. Gma always knit with shiny aluminum needles. I find them to be cold and hard; they don't have much "give" at all. I found myself wondering if Gma knew about wooden needles (she undoubtedly did, I guess aluminum needles would have been kind of space age, plus they don't break) and would they have made it easier for her to knit (she had arthritis in her hands).
I'm still not bored with socks, but I wanted to take on another project, so I knit a sweater for little boy. I was intimidated by most sweater patterns, but I found one that lets you knit the darn thing on circular needles and you don't have to make any seams. Although I had to remake the sleeve cuffs twice (not quite long enough for those arms of his), it looks great on him. I have a nearly-complete sweater for Big Boy (almost done with the first sleeve, then it got warm out). I guess I'm not as intimidated by sweaters any more since I rewrote the pattern to an in-between size for Big Boy. Then I scoured cable pattern books until I found a cable pattern that was pretty close to what I wanted and then rewrote that a little and finally added the whole cable panel to the front of the sweater design.
Finally, five years after I started, I hit on Gma's favorite project: mittens. How did I think that mittens would be harder than socks? These little suckers took me less than two hours and I haven't knit since last winter:

Granted, they are sized for a two-year-old, but I think I have the concept down. A few more little pairs are on my list, but then I think I'm next in line. I often feel like I'm not even using my own brain when I knit, it seems like I'm borrowing my grandma's. Ok, that sounds weird, but I get the same feeling when I'm doing plumbing projects (I'm channeling my grandpa at those times!).
I started out, as many do, with scarves. I found out that I don't much like purling, so that left either a garter stitch scarf (bleah) or an excruciating stockinette, with every other row an entire row of purl! I decided to learn how to make cables. I made this scarf, one for my mom and another for my buddy M. The back and forth of scarves wore on me a little bit, so I learned to knit in the round on a circular needle and started on hats. Then I got bored with hats and decided socks were just the thing. I made a dozen or so pairs of socks after I discovered wooden needles. Gma always knit with shiny aluminum needles. I find them to be cold and hard; they don't have much "give" at all. I found myself wondering if Gma knew about wooden needles (she undoubtedly did, I guess aluminum needles would have been kind of space age, plus they don't break) and would they have made it easier for her to knit (she had arthritis in her hands).
I'm still not bored with socks, but I wanted to take on another project, so I knit a sweater for little boy. I was intimidated by most sweater patterns, but I found one that lets you knit the darn thing on circular needles and you don't have to make any seams. Although I had to remake the sleeve cuffs twice (not quite long enough for those arms of his), it looks great on him. I have a nearly-complete sweater for Big Boy (almost done with the first sleeve, then it got warm out). I guess I'm not as intimidated by sweaters any more since I rewrote the pattern to an in-between size for Big Boy. Then I scoured cable pattern books until I found a cable pattern that was pretty close to what I wanted and then rewrote that a little and finally added the whole cable panel to the front of the sweater design.
Finally, five years after I started, I hit on Gma's favorite project: mittens. How did I think that mittens would be harder than socks? These little suckers took me less than two hours and I haven't knit since last winter:
Granted, they are sized for a two-year-old, but I think I have the concept down. A few more little pairs are on my list, but then I think I'm next in line. I often feel like I'm not even using my own brain when I knit, it seems like I'm borrowing my grandma's. Ok, that sounds weird, but I get the same feeling when I'm doing plumbing projects (I'm channeling my grandpa at those times!).
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Satisfaction brought her back
There are some usual suspects we deal with in my line of work. Some of them, you just ask yourself: WTH is up with that??!! The crazy, it burns.
Ok, so I haven't found a way to block all of FB. And, this time, it was coworker K who said: Hey, I wonder what you can find out about X...? Five minutes later, I'm unable to control my own amusement and am laughing out loud (on a scheduled break, of course). People, if you don't want others looking at your photos from 1971, then lock your profile. Honestly. And if you post your photos and tag all of your family members, I'm going to be able to construct a family tree in seconds.
The laughter was supremely satisfying. No animals were harmed during the surfing of the internet.
Ok, so I haven't found a way to block all of FB. And, this time, it was coworker K who said: Hey, I wonder what you can find out about X...? Five minutes later, I'm unable to control my own amusement and am laughing out loud (on a scheduled break, of course). People, if you don't want others looking at your photos from 1971, then lock your profile. Honestly. And if you post your photos and tag all of your family members, I'm going to be able to construct a family tree in seconds.
The laughter was supremely satisfying. No animals were harmed during the surfing of the internet.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Curiosity killed the cat
Disclaimer: I am not a stalker. I have actually been stalked and it was terrifying and gave me nightmares and new, completely legitimate neuroses that only a lot of time and talk managed to alleviate.
I am, however, very good at finding just about anything I want to know from the innernets. Very, very good. I have wide-ranging, divergent interests, a restless brain that is not sufficiently challenged and a somewhat unhealthy level of curiosity. Whether it's about the law or that something that someone saw one time and wonders if it still exists or random information about random people, I can almost always find it. Something I heard... A passing whim... "Oh, I wonder if I could find out X?" Although finding things is easy for me, it's still a challenge that's enticing. One little bit of information leads to another, and that leads to yet another, and soon I know way more than I should. And when it's about people, Facebook has made it entirely too easy to indulge these whims. Between FB and Google, yikes. It can easily lead to information overload and a brain swirling with things I'm better off not knowing.
If I had more willpower when it comes to information... like I do for say, chocolate... I wouldn't get myself into trouble. I don't mean any harm (and when I can keep my mouth shut, any harm only comes to me). Cuz there are some things, curiosity or not, that are better left alone and unknown. FB has a nice blocking feature. I'm going to employ it. As for teh Google, well, I'm going to have to curb my gluttony (oy, in every respect) and practice some deep breathing and temperance.
I am, however, very good at finding just about anything I want to know from the innernets. Very, very good. I have wide-ranging, divergent interests, a restless brain that is not sufficiently challenged and a somewhat unhealthy level of curiosity. Whether it's about the law or that something that someone saw one time and wonders if it still exists or random information about random people, I can almost always find it. Something I heard... A passing whim... "Oh, I wonder if I could find out X?" Although finding things is easy for me, it's still a challenge that's enticing. One little bit of information leads to another, and that leads to yet another, and soon I know way more than I should. And when it's about people, Facebook has made it entirely too easy to indulge these whims. Between FB and Google, yikes. It can easily lead to information overload and a brain swirling with things I'm better off not knowing.
If I had more willpower when it comes to information... like I do for say, chocolate... I wouldn't get myself into trouble. I don't mean any harm (and when I can keep my mouth shut, any harm only comes to me). Cuz there are some things, curiosity or not, that are better left alone and unknown. FB has a nice blocking feature. I'm going to employ it. As for teh Google, well, I'm going to have to curb my gluttony (oy, in every respect) and practice some deep breathing and temperance.
Friday, December 4, 2009
The sun
Apparently belongs to Tonks. I love how derisively she looks at it, as if daring it to leave and deprive her of its rays.
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