I haven't fallen into the Potomac yet, but I have reached a point where just about everyone I know has observed that I haven't blogged in much too long. I have felt underwater lately, though. So much for that post many times a week goal. At this point, I'll be happy to make it to 50 posts for the year. I haven't spun in several months, knit more yarn than I've purchased, or finished many sweaters (unless kid sized Wallabies count) so far this year either. I am a bit thinner but not much lighter than I was at the beginning of the year. I have made some progress on one goal.
For now, I'm pretending that June and July didn't happen. They did, I worked far too much, and knit only a tiny bit. I finished a sweater, tried it on, and realized out that it is too small in a way that will require significant re-knitting. Becky is in time out until spring when I plan to be a size or so smaller than I am right now—or I will be able to face significant figuring and re-knitting. I also knit two more odd socks for my odd sock collection. Actually, I immediately cast on for the second Mockery Sock, and put the pattern for Serendipity in a "safe place."
On July 25, D brought home his new toy. For those keeping track at home, it is a 1999 Extra 300/L.
To console myself after finishing the too small sweater (and the plane purchase), I bought yarn 2 weeks ago. I tried to buy more yarn than I did, but Knit Happens did not have everything I wanted. So far, I have not pursued any on line options for the elusive RYC Cashcotton 4-ply, but I might once I finish swatching those recent purchases.
And no, I still have not been up for a ride. And I'm not likely to get one until August 23 at the earliest. I was in Wisconsin the first weekend we had it for a high school class reunion. I'll send a yarny prize to anyone who guesses which one or shares a reunion story in the comments. This past weekend D installed a winch in the hangar and didn't fly much. I decided to stay home and go to the Farmer's Market and clean the neglected house rather than help with that project. On Thursday, I leave for a 10 day vacation trip to Ohio and Milwaukee. Translation, my next chance to go for a ride is several weeks away.
Between now and Thursday, I have to decide what I want to knit on vacation (and work, do some laundry, and pack, but those are much less important). There are over 100 possible projects in my Ravelry Queue. If I can narrow my choices down to a mere handful, I'll post a poll tomorrow.
Perhaps you'll find the yarn you need on your vacation trip? We have many yarn shops to look through here in Wisconsin! (as you probably know.) Have a lovely trip.
Posted by: Angie | 05 August 2008 at 07:21
oooh, what a lovely new toy! I thought of you guys when I was flying around Alaska in something only slightly larger.
I keep queuing things I find in YOUR queue, so please don't stop. :)
Posted by: Catherine | 05 August 2008 at 09:40
Well, D. just got what he wanted out of the law thing.
You have company underwater.
Posted by: claudia | 05 August 2008 at 10:06
Hmmm, well if I remember correctly, you're about the same age that I am so I know what mine would have been but I won't say here :) I don't have a reunion story because I haven't spoken to anyone from high-school since high-school but I will mention that my husband is insanely jealous of your newest family member!!
Posted by: Amy | 05 August 2008 at 11:20
It was your 45th reunion, right? Or maybe the 50th?
Posted by: Carol | 05 August 2008 at 13:05
Well I know exactly what reunion it was because I was supposed to be there, but had to cancel my plans two weeks before it. I won't say the number, but will give this hint to others. According to Wikipedia the year we graduated has the most Roman numeral digits (11) of any year in the 20th century. And in the Chinese zodiac, it was the year of the rabbit until February 16 and the dragon for the rest of the year. ;)
Posted by: Paul | 07 August 2008 at 01:47
We wnet to my husband's high school reunion, maybe 25th...he found that his classmates who attended were all predictably (not affectionately) themselves twenty five years later. We haven't been back.
Hope yours was lots more positive.
Posted by: jane | 07 August 2008 at 08:15
At my high school reunion two years ago, I was cornered by one of Those Guys -- you know, the ones who are just sort of smarmy and were always too popular to bother with Girls Like Me. I don't think I'd ever exchanged words with him, for any reason, while we were in school. Anyway, he came up to me, draped his arm around my shoulders, clinked his beer bottle on my wine glass, and said, without a hint of sarcasm or irony or anything else, "Are you happy?" Maybe you had to be there, but it was EXCEEDINGLY peculiar.
Posted by: Sarah | 10 August 2008 at 16:07