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This is why all of my yarn is contained in bins or sealed knit bags.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Socks and KnitMeter
One thing I've noticed as I've been knitting socks these past few weeks is that my KnitMeter and stash reduction seem to be moving at a snail's pace. Of course, each stitch on a US size 1 or 1.5 needle only uses maybe 5mm of yarn, so knitting 19 yards is pretty darn good. However, after racing through that Kureyon and Silk Garden, I just feel sooooo slow.
I could show a picture of Keith's sock in progress, but it looks remarkably like the last picture with the exception the cuff is longer, so it's not that fascinating. How about a random cat picture instead?
So last night I started on a gift project. Sorry, no pictures until after it's delivered. I was worried (not much) about the Hanukah gifts I whipped up as my family might occasionally read my blog. I just decided not to show any pictures until the gift is given, that way I won't be wondering at night was that a good idea to post that pic.
I could show a picture of Keith's sock in progress, but it looks remarkably like the last picture with the exception the cuff is longer, so it's not that fascinating. How about a random cat picture instead?Typical.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Silly me! I forgot to blog about this.
The thrill of cooking for your pets.
This morning I got up and put together food for Scooter and Monster. After chopping and mixing and heating it up for them, I presented them with their food.
Monster took one look and left the kitchen. Scooter gobbled his for a minute, then went to try Monster's. I had to take him back to his food, and while doing so, Chubby decided to eat Monster's food. I let him as it couldn't hurt him to lose a few ounces also.
In the meantime, Dr. Alicia called, and she said that each cat is different. I don't think I'll have any problems with Scooter other than I think I need to puree it. Monster, though, will be difficult. I'll puree hers too, but I've got to figure out how to get her to eat it.
The knitting lesson went pretty well. I'm pleased with both of their progress. Learning new techniques can be a challenge, and some techniques are more challenging than others.
This morning I got up and put together food for Scooter and Monster. After chopping and mixing and heating it up for them, I presented them with their food.
Monster took one look and left the kitchen. Scooter gobbled his for a minute, then went to try Monster's. I had to take him back to his food, and while doing so, Chubby decided to eat Monster's food. I let him as it couldn't hurt him to lose a few ounces also.
In the meantime, Dr. Alicia called, and she said that each cat is different. I don't think I'll have any problems with Scooter other than I think I need to puree it. Monster, though, will be difficult. I'll puree hers too, but I've got to figure out how to get her to eat it.
The knitting lesson went pretty well. I'm pleased with both of their progress. Learning new techniques can be a challenge, and some techniques are more challenging than others.
Quick early morning post
Last night we watched An American Werewolf in London. The year after it came out, I watched it on cable umpteen million times. I really loved that movie.
Watching it last night, I remembered why I enjoyed it so much. David Naughton and Griffin Dunne are just perfect young American guys touring Europe for the first time, seeing the sights and looking for some action. Things get wierd when they stop in the Pub, the Slaughtered Lamb, which is not a very welcoming place. So off they go into the night. Why David's character decided they need to start their trip in northern England makes for a bit of jovial ribbing as they wander the moors in the rain, singing and talking until a very strange howl rips through the air. As for the rest, I'll leave it to you to watch the film.
At the time, the special effects were very amazing. David's transformation into a werewolf had us both still glued to the screen last night (I stopped knitting to watch it). And what can I say about Jack's (Griffin) later appearances in the movie? Let's just say if I need to hang around with a corpse in speed decay, he'd be it. He may be dead, but he still has his sense of humor.
Oh wait! This is where I probably need to say Happy Valentine's Day! Ah yes, a day of rampant commercialism in which we are subjected to a plethora of shiny red foil hearts and oversized stuffed bears. I'm not sure when we quit observing it, but Keith and I have ignored it for years. What comes to mind when I think about Valentine's Day? If memory serves, it is the beginning of the episode where Homer becomes Sanitation Commisioner after he insults the guys who pick up the trash. Who can forget Rod and Todd climbing Diaper Mountain?
Please forgive my cynicism and enjoy Valentine's Day if it pleases you to do so. I've got sock knitting students awaiting me shortly, so I'm off for now.
Watching it last night, I remembered why I enjoyed it so much. David Naughton and Griffin Dunne are just perfect young American guys touring Europe for the first time, seeing the sights and looking for some action. Things get wierd when they stop in the Pub, the Slaughtered Lamb, which is not a very welcoming place. So off they go into the night. Why David's character decided they need to start their trip in northern England makes for a bit of jovial ribbing as they wander the moors in the rain, singing and talking until a very strange howl rips through the air. As for the rest, I'll leave it to you to watch the film.
At the time, the special effects were very amazing. David's transformation into a werewolf had us both still glued to the screen last night (I stopped knitting to watch it). And what can I say about Jack's (Griffin) later appearances in the movie? Let's just say if I need to hang around with a corpse in speed decay, he'd be it. He may be dead, but he still has his sense of humor.
Oh wait! This is where I probably need to say Happy Valentine's Day! Ah yes, a day of rampant commercialism in which we are subjected to a plethora of shiny red foil hearts and oversized stuffed bears. I'm not sure when we quit observing it, but Keith and I have ignored it for years. What comes to mind when I think about Valentine's Day? If memory serves, it is the beginning of the episode where Homer becomes Sanitation Commisioner after he insults the guys who pick up the trash. Who can forget Rod and Todd climbing Diaper Mountain?
Please forgive my cynicism and enjoy Valentine's Day if it pleases you to do so. I've got sock knitting students awaiting me shortly, so I'm off for now.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Well, I've done it again.
I joined Facebook today. I've had 3 friends and relatives invite me, but I honestly thought it would be pretty useless. I dunno, it made me think of Comic Book Guy in front of his computer when he isn't at the shop harassing his customers.
I called one of the three who invited me and asked what the hell is up with this? She said she had thought basically the same thing, but now she's found that it gives her an easier way to keep up with someone whom she rarely gets to see. Since she's someone who's opinion I trust, I signed up.
I'm already in instant messaging conversations over there. Not like I don't spend enough time on the computer...
On to the wierd world of animals here. On Monday, Lily went a bit mad, went outside and then brought in a chickadee. Poor little bird. We got the bird away from Lily, but that left a loose bird in my office. Past experience made me hope that I would be able to find the bird after it expired, but in the meantime we trapped it, gave it some seeds and water and shut the office door. On Tuesday morning I discovered the cat carrier holes are large enough for a chickadee to escape, and I had a loose bird in my office. By Tuesday afternoon, I convinced Keith to buy a birdcage from Petsmart. No luck catching the bird, but I kept fresh water and seeds out for it. I would come into my office and find it sitting on the cable going from the CPU to the router. It would sit and watch me. I was getting used to its cuteness, but I didn't really like having a teeny tiny loose bird hopping around. I finally caught it Thursday morning before I left for work (I'm filling in for someone). I was so relieved to have it in the birdcage. When I got home last night it was fussing about being locked up, but it was still eating away. I left it alone for a couple of hours, and when I came back in, it had died! I was surprisingly upset about it. I mean, I had just finally caught it, it seemed to be eating and drinking well, so I was stunned to find it had died. I had planned to take it to a rehabilitation center, but instead I had to bury it today.
As for Lily, she and I spent some quality time at the vet. She has a swollen lip, and while it would be poetic justice if it were from the bird, Dr. Alicia thinks she hit it. It looks much like a fat lip you might get if you were punched in the face. She got an injection of a kitty non-steroidal anti-inflammatory, and we get the thrill of giving her another medication for the next week. She did provide some amusement while we tried to figure out if she got the fat lip from running too fast and sliding across the wood floor on her furry little feet. (She doesn't have much toe floof, but sometimes a little is all it takes.) As active as Lily is, and you can ask any chipmunk, bird or squirrel about this, and she can be surprisingly ungraceful, I should be wondering why she hasn't done this before. I find that by the time I go investigate crashes that I hear from the basement or the closet, the perpetrators have already disappeared, but 99.9% of the time, Lily is involved.
A pictorial review of Lily's exploits. They include hiding in the shredder (we always keep in unplugged), sleeping in a small bowl on the kitchen table, sitting on top of the paper towels on top of the fridge, sleeping in the kitchen cabinet (Keith removed the dishes after he caught her climbing on top of them), on top of the fish tank, lounging in the bird bath, and finally, helping Keith pack for the gym. As sweet as she is, there's a reason her last name is Damnit!
And yes, there is knitting. Blogger wouldn't let me load my pictures yesterday, so here is Keith's first Wollmeise sock in progress. I'm on the heel!
I called one of the three who invited me and asked what the hell is up with this? She said she had thought basically the same thing, but now she's found that it gives her an easier way to keep up with someone whom she rarely gets to see. Since she's someone who's opinion I trust, I signed up.
I'm already in instant messaging conversations over there. Not like I don't spend enough time on the computer...
On to the wierd world of animals here. On Monday, Lily went a bit mad, went outside and then brought in a chickadee. Poor little bird. We got the bird away from Lily, but that left a loose bird in my office. Past experience made me hope that I would be able to find the bird after it expired, but in the meantime we trapped it, gave it some seeds and water and shut the office door. On Tuesday morning I discovered the cat carrier holes are large enough for a chickadee to escape, and I had a loose bird in my office. By Tuesday afternoon, I convinced Keith to buy a birdcage from Petsmart. No luck catching the bird, but I kept fresh water and seeds out for it. I would come into my office and find it sitting on the cable going from the CPU to the router. It would sit and watch me. I was getting used to its cuteness, but I didn't really like having a teeny tiny loose bird hopping around. I finally caught it Thursday morning before I left for work (I'm filling in for someone). I was so relieved to have it in the birdcage. When I got home last night it was fussing about being locked up, but it was still eating away. I left it alone for a couple of hours, and when I came back in, it had died! I was surprisingly upset about it. I mean, I had just finally caught it, it seemed to be eating and drinking well, so I was stunned to find it had died. I had planned to take it to a rehabilitation center, but instead I had to bury it today.
As for Lily, she and I spent some quality time at the vet. She has a swollen lip, and while it would be poetic justice if it were from the bird, Dr. Alicia thinks she hit it. It looks much like a fat lip you might get if you were punched in the face. She got an injection of a kitty non-steroidal anti-inflammatory, and we get the thrill of giving her another medication for the next week. She did provide some amusement while we tried to figure out if she got the fat lip from running too fast and sliding across the wood floor on her furry little feet. (She doesn't have much toe floof, but sometimes a little is all it takes.) As active as Lily is, and you can ask any chipmunk, bird or squirrel about this, and she can be surprisingly ungraceful, I should be wondering why she hasn't done this before. I find that by the time I go investigate crashes that I hear from the basement or the closet, the perpetrators have already disappeared, but 99.9% of the time, Lily is involved.
A pictorial review of Lily's exploits. They include hiding in the shredder (we always keep in unplugged), sleeping in a small bowl on the kitchen table, sitting on top of the paper towels on top of the fridge, sleeping in the kitchen cabinet (Keith removed the dishes after he caught her climbing on top of them), on top of the fish tank, lounging in the bird bath, and finally, helping Keith pack for the gym. As sweet as she is, there's a reason her last name is Damnit!
And yes, there is knitting. Blogger wouldn't let me load my pictures yesterday, so here is Keith's first Wollmeise sock in progress. I'm on the heel!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Hey, that used to be me!
Yeah, I used to be that cat. Sleeping under a bush, drinking out of a puddle, until I found the perfect patsy.Yes, I mean our human. After all, spending my day sleeping on her pillow is much nicer than dozing under a bush with one eye open. Except for the neutering, the Advantage drops and the worm pills, I'd much rather be inside.
(Feral or someone's pet who likes the food? I don't know. What I do know is that there is some trapping, neuter/spaying and a rabies vaccine in someone's very near future.)
Monday, February 9, 2009
Only 1 left
Thank goodness I have only 1 Amelia Peabody book left to read. I really need to get back into the land of the living, but these books have been darn addictive.
Keith asked me what exactly I was escaping from since I was doing all this reading, and I said nothing. I just can't put them down! (After ragging me about all the reading I've been doing, he comes in with another book that he read and said that I might like it! It's now in the stack by the bed. Go figure!)
Anyway, I'll spend some time today in front of the computer. I've been working on Needle Nook's website. Much of what I've done is data entry. I've entered the yarns and taken all the pictures you see on the black backgrounds. Don't be too harsh as this is the first time I've done this sort of thing, and I'm learning as I go. I've got more yarns to enter today. I've had lots of data entry jobs over the years, so it's not too bad. At least I'm at home and not having to log off the computer every time I go to the bathroom. This way, too, I can take a break and finish pruning the butterfly bushes in the front yard. I only got 3 of them done yesterday, along with some pruning on 2 or 3 of the roses.
Keith asked me what exactly I was escaping from since I was doing all this reading, and I said nothing. I just can't put them down! (After ragging me about all the reading I've been doing, he comes in with another book that he read and said that I might like it! It's now in the stack by the bed. Go figure!)
Anyway, I'll spend some time today in front of the computer. I've been working on Needle Nook's website. Much of what I've done is data entry. I've entered the yarns and taken all the pictures you see on the black backgrounds. Don't be too harsh as this is the first time I've done this sort of thing, and I'm learning as I go. I've got more yarns to enter today. I've had lots of data entry jobs over the years, so it's not too bad. At least I'm at home and not having to log off the computer every time I go to the bathroom. This way, too, I can take a break and finish pruning the butterfly bushes in the front yard. I only got 3 of them done yesterday, along with some pruning on 2 or 3 of the roses.
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