Knit & Nosh

engaging squares

The only project on the needles is the Sock Yarn Blanket.  It is currently about 30 inches across and I have not yet completed the first round of all the leftover sock yarn balls.

There is something so satisfying about knitting up the little squares.  While it is true that it will take at least a year to actually finish the blanket, each individual square is like crossing a finish line. A square can be completed during a movie, or in bed while listening to Husband read to Youngest Son.  Bind off the last stitch of a square, chose a new color, pick up stitches and begin again.  Surprisingly fulfilling.

The only downside is that the blanket is no longer a portable project.  There is a plan to get together with knitting buddies on Saturday and I will need another project.  Something small that will not distract me from the glory of the squares.

i love argyle

You Are an Argyle Sweater

You are contemplative, brainy, and serious. You don't take much lightly - life is too important for that. You are a very determined person. You don't let anything stand in your way. You think out your actions and act deliberately. You don't waste time, money, or resources.

What Kind of Sweater Are You?

uncle

The weather Gods are seriously perverse.  Sunday was forecast to be a nice rainy sort of day.  It was not.  Oldest Daughter and I were spending the day goofing off on our way up to deliver her to UBC.  When the snow began we laughed in that “This is so fucking ridiculous” sort of way.  By the time we got her tucked into her dorm the snow was no longer funny, it had just become dark and I had 200 miles ahead of me.

What followed was beyond scary.  After crossing the border, I-5 turned into the most poorly lit, federally funded sheet of ice on the planet.  No, I could not get off the freeway and stop driving.  I could not see far enough to find an exit.  As it turns out I drove right through Bellingham without seeing the city or the signs telling me there was a city.  I drove and drove not having a clue where I was because I could barely see the semi-truck in front of me.  After passing the first of many cars that had slid off the road (too slow for injuries) it occurred to me that I could not call for help.  If I needed to call someone, the best location I could give them would have been, “south of the border”.

As I pulled up to my house I considered getting out and kissing the ground.  There was no one watching, so the gesture seemed futile.  I did fill my Danskos with snow on the walk from the car to the side door.  I am so done with that.

This afternoon I was chatting with an employee at PCC.  Of course we talked about the weather and snowmen.   As an aside, we build both snow men and women at our house, I suppose it is time we learned to build a transgender and transvestite snow creature.  My mind is having fun with this. Anyway, the PCC employee reminisced about building snowmen as a boy.  He would roll the ball until it was so big he could no longer push it.  My story for him was that I grew up in a place without snow.  Now, every time it snowed I was overcome with the magic of it.  Until yesterday.  Now I am done.  Now a patch of snow just pisses me off.  I really hope the magic returns.

 

P.S.  Why is the refrigerator making that noise?

no resolve

After reading a fair amount of New Year's Resolutions and doing some soul searching as to what mine should be, it turns out I do not have any.  As a rule I am a goal setter and a wee bit competitive.  I managed to accomplish 6/8 of last year's resolutions.  I should point out that the 6 accomplished were the important ones (see competitive remark from above) and I feel really good about the list as a whole. 

This year is different.  I guess I have finally reached that place where I am can accept the fact that I am a good person.  I get up everyday and do the best I can.  Most days my best is pretty damn good.  Some days I am a bit lacking, but I am OK with that.  Every single day I learn something new or improve a skill.  I am happy and healthy, as are my family.  I live in a beautiful part of the world.  What more can a person ask for?