It seems like after about 35, I started getting a little bored with myself. At this point, even I don't take myself seriously about some of this stuff. I've learned enough about my peculiar personality to know that the week before I have a vacation coming up, I will, without fail, freak the living hell out for about 80% of that week.
And this past week was no exception. I admit that life conspired to make me even more insanely busy, including double-booking meetings on two different sides of campus and generally freaking out. On the upside, I was alarmingly productive, and while there is still a hellacious to-do list in my wake, it's a good sight smaller than it was last week. It was also nice to have a good reason to put off people who wanted me to do something right away. Sorry kids, not going to be here. Toodles.
Work remains crazy. I know this is an exciting topic. Blogging actually came up in one of those double-scheduled meetings last week--something about the personal being political and how that message from the second wave of feminism has or has not been translated into young womens' views of their own expression, and it reminded me of a post that's been moldering in my drafts folder for a good couple of months and maybe I'll actually post it now. So on the upside some of the work is really interesting, though on the downside some of it is tragically boring so there you go.
I've also been getting a bit involved in church politics, which is kind of ridiculous because my church, a UU, is a lot like a smaller version of the college where I work, and really, I have enough memos to write and meetings to go to at the place where they actually pay me. Yet I go to meetings that last until 10 pm. I don't know. Again, bored of myself, yes.
So again, all this conspires to cause me to knit things that go around in a circle. I did take some pictures of some of these things, though they were mostly taken three weeks ago. Figure a little more on the trekking socks and a fair amount more on the red sweater you saw here, and you're up to date. I might take lace on vacation, but I'm not sure I'll actually knit it.
Anyway, socks I finished a while back. These are those ones with Aloe and Jojoba in the yarn. Love em. I gather they have better colors now--I'll definitely be making more of these.
Next, a lovely gift of Rocktoberfest STR from Kristen when she was staying here. It turned into these:
Even though the striping sequence totally didn't stay the same on the foot (why, I ask you, why!?), I still love my afterthought heels on the socks that rock. And rock they do, I might add.
I would also like to tell you that the Fred Flinstone STR socks are extremely sneaky, and apparently came downstairs in the dark of night and deleted their picture from my hard drive because that is the ONLY explanation for the fact that I finished a pair of socks in January and it's April and I haven't taken a picture of them.
Some of my friend Gail's truly fabulous sock yarn is on the needles now, though I'm trying to restrain myself from abandoning the almost-done trekking socks in favor of their yummy goodness. The base yarn is a great wool-nylon blend that's softer than most German wool-nylon sock yarns, but has the beautiful hand-dyed thing going on. Gail sells her sock yarn at Webs, which is a dangerous proposition, the store being two miles from my house and all. I've just been trying to stay away from the place, because it's just never a good idea to be in there with a warm credit card.
Anyway, it's not like I've taken out my camera in the last three weeks, but here's the yarn wound up. I've got an inch or two of a--wait for it--picot-edged sock!--on its way.
So that's the yarn in a nutshell. You can wake up now. Coffee?
So, other than that, there was a birthday party. Wicked cute, people.
We had a magician come, ergo, balloon aliens. You know, the usual.
That brings you about up to date around here. Next stop, Orlando. (I have been obsessively researching Disney. Go ahead, ask me anything.) Ever since we announced our trip, my dad has been sending me pictures of me at Disney in the 70s (he worked for them in a non-park-related job at the time).
Here's me meeting Mickey.
And here's me and my mom a few years later.
Onward, here comes the next generation...
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