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Archive for January, 2009

The winter of our discontent

Sorry, I went AWOL there for a day.  Yesterday, I did not make it to work either.  I think I was starting to get a little stir crazy, because after emailing my work that I wouldn’t be in and texting with my boss a bit, I bundled up, got out the rubber boots Ramblin bought for me, and out the door I went at 7:00 am to dig out the truck.

I now know why people have heart attacks while shoveling snow.  About an hour and a half later, I had a channel dug all around the truck, and the sidewalk somewhat cleared as well.  When I was done, the only part of me that was warm was my lower legs, which is quite a testament to LaCrosse boots.  I came in, got a shower, and settled down to the Internets.  I hate to say this, but I was just about tired of the Interwebs.  Pair that with some unstimulating knitting projects (the socks are pale green and the afghan is gray – note to self:  next time I’m snowed in, I need more color ) and I was getting a bit antsy.

Brando and the Funky Bunch to the rescue, allowing me to tag along on their shopping trip.  Once I had some supplies and fresh produce, more was right with the world.

It was at this point that I realized I might be starting to feel the effects of my early morning insanity.  By this morning, I was definitely feeling it.  You may not know this, but when you walk up or down stairs, your back is painfully aware of it if you’ve been shoveling snow like a madwoman the day before.

We still haven’t had contact from much of Ramblin’s family.  Estimates don’t look good for a swift restoration of power for them, so we’re hoping they soon decide to winter up north with us, where there is power, heat, and phones.

Hope winter starts showing some kindness.

Snow day for real

So yesterday I was home, but not because work was shut down.  Oh no, they wanted us to come in at noon, or take vacation hours.  That’s just the way it is.  Today, I was more than prepared to take another hit to the vacation hours, when lo and behold, they have shut the college down.  I am stunned.  I am in disbelief.

Although, this is what it looked like yesterday morning.



Now, it sleeted pretty much all day yesterday, so the truck still looked pretty much the same by nightfall.  But then it snowed all night, and it now looks like this.


At least they have ran a snow plow down our street.


Note at least the sun is shining.

Today may call for a batch of toxic snow cream.  Oh yes it might.

Spin, I did

Today, I made the call to forget about the Parrots roving for a while.  Perhaps a long while.

First, I took my JulieSpins BFL roving and divided into thirds.  It worked out well, because there was light, medium, and dark.

Then I spun each onto a separate bobbin (the one on the end that looks bigger?  I spun this fiber right on top of another languishing project.  One even older than the Parrots roving.)  And yes, the one on the left did end up being much less, so I did some finagling.

And at last, I finished the yarn.

Why can’t the Parrots roving move this fast?

Will it or won’t it?

If you can believe the weather forecasters, we’re in for a winter storm.  My cowardice for these kinds of situations is well-known, so I won’t be heading in to work tomorrow, unless it is a complete miss.  Judging by the radar, that’s not going to happen.

What will I be doing on my possible snow day?  Well, I got this in the mail today.

JulieSpins BFL in Smoulder

JulieSpins BFL in Smoulder

This was the ‘surprise me’ color on BFL (Blue-Faced Leicester), aptly named Smoulder.  So lovely.  Yes, that means the Parrots will be bumped from the lineup.  Although, spinning means I would have to get out of the recliner, and the recliner is a pretty comfy place to be.

And progress continues on the Hedgerow Socks, though I’ve discovered that I’ve, erm, put my own design element into them.  It’s kind of too bad, because by the time I figured it out, I was to the heel shaping.  Not fixing it at that point.

Hedgerow Socks

Hedgerow Socks

After I finish these socks, I really have to finish the other two pair of socks that have been back-burnered.  I’m not overly enthused about those socks anymore.  Both of them are mere toes.  Argh.

Which makes working on the Sampler Afghan pretty attractive.  But I may try to spin anyway.

Twelve years ago today . . .

. . . I found my best friend.

Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.

Spun out

So yesterday, I decided to do some spinning.

See, there’s yarn going on.

I finished filling the bobbin last night.  And tonight, I plied.  And plied.  And plied.

And for those of you keeping score at home (and after 1 3/4 years, you really shouldn’t be anymore), that is the fourth skein.

There’s just two items of bad news.  One, I’m not even half done.

(Half would be 500g) The other?


I have to start all over again.

Cynical, you missed it

Yesterday when our company left, it was snowing, just a bit.  It continued to snow, just a bit.  So this morning when I woke up, there was just a bit.  But it’s a pretty bit.





Originally, on this glorious and treasured work holiday, I was supposed to be taking my mom to a dentist appointment in E’ville, but the flu bug has hit her household, so I will be staying in, drinking coffee, and – dare I hope – spinning.