Too tired to bring a real post together, and too slow to post it on Wednesday.
- Gluten free treat – Check out the recipe for Healthy Bars (Lifesastitch version). They look delicious!
- We’ve gotten 81 inches of snow this season, and that’s 3 inches more than normal. But it feels like we’ve gotten no snow at all.
- Remember when I was about to order those Knitpicks Options needles the other day? Still haven’t done it. Not sure when I will. But when I do, I’ll need them yesterday, and have to pay for expedited shipping … Procrastination is my favorite hobby. Why put off until tomorrow, the things you can do next week?
- I’m looking for a new audio book for Staffan. He listens to three books on his iPod constantly (Ireland, A Short History of Nearly Everything, and Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell). I’ve got a couple I’m thinking about: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, which is an interesting story but will go way over his head; Simple Courage, another Frank Delaney story, about a ship that was hit by a rogue wave;The Adventure of English, by Melvyn Bragg – fun, but language isn’t really his cup of tea. If you’ve got a suggestion that’s appropriate for a young teen, please let me know.
- I’m all agog, watching this a master of this skill: Knowing what percentage of your job you can f&*k up so that you won’t have to do it, but still won’t be fired. The ancillary talent, refusing tasks, makes it harder to maintain employment – since it seems so willful, and often flirts with insubordination. But screwing up, when done right, can create empathy or pity enough to keep one employed. Do I sound bitter?
- Someday I’ll sew Heirloom Labels into my “creations”. Mom had these when I was a kid, and I always wanted my very own when I grew up.
- Flying in a small jet – we’re talking 6-seater, not a 20-seat commercial airliner – at night, and descending into a thick cloud full of snow, is perhaps the most terrifying thing I’ve ever encountered. I’m not real big on the flying thing, in general. But seeing nothing but flashing white on the WINDSHIELD, for crying out loud, and all the windows too? Right out of a horror movie. (Flashing, because of the blinking lights on the wings.) Fortunately, it only lasted a couple of minutes, right before landing. Taking off in Minnesota, though, the clouds lasted from 1500 – 26,000 feet. I don’t like IFR flying.
- Not much knitting in the plane. I brought my sock-of-the-moment, a cabled rib sock from Charlene Schurch’s Sensational Socks, but it’s not going with the yarn. Which is STR Mustang Sally, shades of red, and actually has a lot of intensity variation in it. It’s also knit too tight, so I changed to a 2.25mm needle – just before the descending-into-hell incident. I’ll evaluate more later.
Now it’s off to work. I’ve got a million things to wrap up today.
