Having already made Gregory a blanket, my next task was to craft up some house socks for him. His current pair were worn to holeyness and ready to be replaced.
I dread the idea of working on super-fiddly projects, so I opted to go for a pair of crocheted socks using worsted weight yarn. Cotton, in my case, because acrylic on your feet would be for the birds. The main sock is black, and the heel is brown, despite Greg’s worrying singing of “Black Socks“. Plus, cotton crochets quite beautifully–no fuzz means the pattern shows very well.
The heel was disturbingly confusing to me, quite possibly because I had a raging sinus headache at the time. Once I realized that the sock as I’d been working it was inside out and I played around with how the heel would unfold, everything made sense. There were only about 7 stiches that closed up the heel, so it was totally worth stitching and unstitching to make sure I understood what would happen.
We shan’t talk about the extra stitches in the body of the sock I had to swallow up shortly therafter, though.
It went really fast, which is nice. One more gaming session, and the second sock should be done. More satisfying than a dice bag (cute though that one is), less agonizing than a blanket, even a piecemeal one.
The addition of a new afghan pattern book to my (now 4-book) library means that I’ll soon have more pretty things to give away.
Edit: Finished the sock late last night!
Here’s a great way to spend a Saturday: driving around in rural Charlotte-ish areas, then walking around and seeing goats, horses, cattle, pigs, donkeys, plants, and bees. Yes, bees.
Some folks and I gathered a couple of weeks ago to tour three farms. The first was Apple Orchard Farm (my favorite!), the second was Maple Springs (too pumpkiny and commercial), and a third one I forgot the name of (with sad animals).
I took and posted quite a few pictures, because most of the animals were adorable, and the ones that weren’t were often notably sad.
Apple Orchard will definitely become my go-to farm for if/when we need extra meat supplies between CSA boxes.
Go look at the pictures!
Finally, finally, finally, after eight years of hearing about local Pride events after they happened, I found out about this year’s before the big day.
So we went!
Continue reading Charlotte Pride 2011: My First!
Sorry, I really couldn’t come up with anything wittier than that.
I finished Too Human about a month ago at this point, I think.
Let’s celebrate that for a moment. Given my propensity for games like Sims, GalCiv 2, and Civ 4, getting to finish a game is always a miracle.
Guy totally warned me about some of the game’s disappointments, so I went in with eyes open.
It was… alright. Kinda fun early on. Really frustrating later. I want more, but not more of what was in Too Human. (I’m restarting Fallout 3–which I never finished–as the balm for my ache.)
A couple of nights ago, Greg and I enumerated about 15 flaws in the game. Here are some of the highlights, ordered by their importance to me. I played through with the Berserker class, which is something of a glass cannon: very fast, but not a huge damage dealer and pretty fragile.
Continue reading Too Human Was… Too Human
As this is posting, Greg is handling the final details of vacating our old house. It took a week and a half to clean that house suitably–a sure sign that the house was too ridiculously large in the first place.
Oh, well. The me of today is not the me of two years ago.
Unfortunately, my shoulder wasn’t completely better yesterday despite being done with the steroids, and an hour medfitation, half an hour sitting and discussing a book, and over three hours of climbing around cleaning house last night have reinjured my shoulder. Could be a different injury: I still have the jerky rotation, but my shoulder burns and there’s an inconsistent tingly feeling down my arm, both of which are new. My range of motion’s no worse, though.
(As a practical question, I’d love ideas on how to meditate if I can’t sit upright or lie down without a lot of pain.)
So I’m basically one-handed today, which is the bee’s bum. I did eat a tasty, locally-grown smoked porkchop for dinner last night, though.
Continue reading Moving: Done