Summer Knitting
It's not really that hot, but as the summer goes along, the residual heat sorta accumulates. Makes it harder to sit around and knit at night.
Nevertheless, I document progress:
One sleeve down, one to go. Since the border's done, as well, once the second sleeve's done I can move on quickly, quickly to the blocking, sewing on of buttons and, maybe, clapping the borders if they need it.
I'm told, by the search engine firm, that the phrase y'all search for on this site, by a large margin, is "toilet paper Jesus." The second most frequent phrase is "Alexandrian Quartet." This means something, but I don't know what it is.
After much tedious hassle and pots of tea, I have my work page up again -- it fell off the server a few years ago, because I was supposed to do something I never did -- I think it involved sending caravans of expensive foodstuffs and jeweled caskets over to the office that was, at that time, running the enterprise. But now our pages are Under New Management, a new management that may just turn out to be competent. A girl can hope.
The Earlier Crew was so amazingly incompetent that they were useful on account of offering many opportunities to practice long-suffering cheerful charity. Over the course of my acquaintance with them, they lost my web page updates, forgot they'd scheduled video machines for me (in every semester that I worked with them), told me machines were working that weren't, played the wrong video tapes when they finally found machines that worked, lost my web page updates again, and then refused to allow me to upload my own web page updates because, as they put it, "the Web Master was the only one who could do it." I think the Web Master lived behind a curtain, manipulating levers. When I remarked to them that the whole enterprise seemed remarkably incompetent, they told me that I didn't know what I was talking about, and things were actually going very well.
I'm told that when the university took the job of running the computer show away from them, they predicted disaster, since no one could do the job as well as they.
Ok. Well. This should be interesting.
Finally, a quick run around some blogs: Jerry has the first sleeve done on his gansey. He will not, alas, be entering it into the competition at the county fair. He could save it for the next year, but then it couldn't get used, could it? Unless his fair has a special category in the Hand Knits section for "Sweaters that Have Withstood a Year of Sheep Raising Really Well."
And Ryan's Discount Victorian Gazing Ball has gone the way of all flesh, also alas. We have a couple of the non-discount variety, and were slightly cheered by the quick demise of the plastic substitute, till Ryan pointed out to us that hers is SO cheap that really, at $.99 each, she can have a whole summer of gazing balls for the price of one of ours.
So if our expensive glass ones break, I'm heading down to the plastic ball bin over at the WallMart.
Nevertheless, I document progress:
One sleeve down, one to go. Since the border's done, as well, once the second sleeve's done I can move on quickly, quickly to the blocking, sewing on of buttons and, maybe, clapping the borders if they need it.
I'm told, by the search engine firm, that the phrase y'all search for on this site, by a large margin, is "toilet paper Jesus." The second most frequent phrase is "Alexandrian Quartet." This means something, but I don't know what it is.
After much tedious hassle and pots of tea, I have my work page up again -- it fell off the server a few years ago, because I was supposed to do something I never did -- I think it involved sending caravans of expensive foodstuffs and jeweled caskets over to the office that was, at that time, running the enterprise. But now our pages are Under New Management, a new management that may just turn out to be competent. A girl can hope.
The Earlier Crew was so amazingly incompetent that they were useful on account of offering many opportunities to practice long-suffering cheerful charity. Over the course of my acquaintance with them, they lost my web page updates, forgot they'd scheduled video machines for me (in every semester that I worked with them), told me machines were working that weren't, played the wrong video tapes when they finally found machines that worked, lost my web page updates again, and then refused to allow me to upload my own web page updates because, as they put it, "the Web Master was the only one who could do it." I think the Web Master lived behind a curtain, manipulating levers. When I remarked to them that the whole enterprise seemed remarkably incompetent, they told me that I didn't know what I was talking about, and things were actually going very well.
I'm told that when the university took the job of running the computer show away from them, they predicted disaster, since no one could do the job as well as they.
Ok. Well. This should be interesting.
Finally, a quick run around some blogs: Jerry has the first sleeve done on his gansey. He will not, alas, be entering it into the competition at the county fair. He could save it for the next year, but then it couldn't get used, could it? Unless his fair has a special category in the Hand Knits section for "Sweaters that Have Withstood a Year of Sheep Raising Really Well."
And Ryan's Discount Victorian Gazing Ball has gone the way of all flesh, also alas. We have a couple of the non-discount variety, and were slightly cheered by the quick demise of the plastic substitute, till Ryan pointed out to us that hers is SO cheap that really, at $.99 each, she can have a whole summer of gazing balls for the price of one of ours.
So if our expensive glass ones break, I'm heading down to the plastic ball bin over at the WallMart.
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