A schedule, damn it!

To say that I misjudged my free time would be a grave misstatement - I had no clue! So, because of this, I'm putting my blog on a diet. I can't possibly find the time to post everyday, so I'm going to try posting on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday - days that I don't have class, and therefore have some time to write up a decent post.

And hey, three times a week is more than I'm managing right now, so consider it an improvement. :)

And today's a Tuesday, so... well, honestly I don't have a lot of time today, either. But that's not really a problem, since I have nothing interesting to talk about.

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Er. See you on Thursday!

I never forgot you...

Okay, okay. I've been promising pictures of my latest FOs (and other things) for awhile now, so today will be a picture heavy post. Tomorrow, I'll actually tell you what I've been doing with my time.

So. Consulting the camera, this is what I find:


Finished Yarrow Rib Socks

Gods know the actual date I finished these on, or how I did it, but they are in fact done. I've even worn and washed them once. I'm not fond of the little fuzzy halo Koigu gets when washed, but I nearly swooned at how soft they get. And I realized that I need to get a better shampoo, because this one makes for stinky socks.

Anyway, the specs:

Autumn Yarrow Ribbed Socks

• Yarn: Koigu KPPM, some luscious color that I didn't even look at the ballband before I cast on. A gift from my KSKS pal.
  
• Pattern: Yarrow Ribbed Socks, from Knitting Vintage Socks
  
• Needles: The never-let-ya-down Susan Bates US 1's
  
• Date Began: In the vicinity of August 12
  
• Date Finished: Um. Before today.
  
• Modifications: Now, my memory isn't the best, but I do believe I knit this pattern exactly as written.

I certainly wasn't going to leave my sock needles empty for long, so moving on we find:



The birth of a second sock

This is the second of the Gentleman's Shooting Socks, also from Knitting Vintage Socks. I'm embarrased to mention that I started this pair of socks sometime in late February. Well, they'll get their turn now.

Er. Sort of.



Introducing the LRT knitter!

Obviously, I can't be the Subway Knitter (not the least reason being that Minneapolis doesn't have a subway...). But I can be the Light Rail knitter. (One of them, anyway; I've met one more, and rumors are that a knitting legend is moving here. Maybe I'll get to see her knit on the LRT.)

I had every intention of knitting the Gentleman's sock on the train. In fact, I was (as evidenced by the 2 1/2 inches of ribbing). But I was quickly faced with a problem:

Q: When riding the train, it is good to a) have your hands free, and b) take up as little space as possible. To do this, you must put your filled water bottle in your bag. You've tested it and it does not leak. However, it sweats like crazy and gets your books wet. What do you do?
A: Knit the damn thing a cozy, of course.

So here you see a partially completed tube of knitting that will eventually (hopefully) soak up all the water that comes off the bottle on my way to work.

One final picture:




Willow: Hey, let's pretend we're twins!
Leia: OMG! But Mom might see us!

More tomorrow night. Blogger is a restricted site at work. :(

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Busy. Love you all. Posting later. (I owe you at pictures of at least one pair of socks.)

Maybe I'll post this weekend.

Random sidewalk encounters

I had forgotten how interesting working downtown is. Today, as I was walking from one building to another between training sessions, I saw a man stopping people and shaking hands. He didn't seem to be handing anything out, but I ducked my head (can't make eye contact), and stepped off to the side. I was mildly surprised and irritated when he stopped me anyway. I got over it quickly when he introduced himself as Paul Ostrow, and would I mind voting for him in the DFL primary?

Wow. I feel kinda like I was approached by a celebrity. Heck, if this guy makes it all the way to Congress, I can say I knew him when he was shaking hands in the rain on Nicollet Mall. Sadly, I can't vote for him, because I'm not in his district. Pity.

Then, in a less happy circumstance, there were two elderly men handing out Bibles in front of my school. I understand wanting to hand them out; I really do. But something deep down inside me rebels at the idea that people are being stopped on their way into a state funded community college. *sigh* I guess that's not covered under solicitation...

A post with real pictures. Tomorrow. Promise.

Round 'em up

Psychologists enumerate several major life changes that cause an increase in stress level. Wanna see my list?

1. Divorce - 73
   
2. Change in financial state - 38
   
3. Change to a different occupation - 36
   
4. Begin or end school - 26
   
5. Change in work hours or condition - 20
   
6. Change in eating habits - 13

So, basically, I'm taking on 206 points of stress right now. No wonder I feel like my life is a merry-go-round that's going too fast. Perhaps I might have taken on a bit more than I can juggle this time around, eh?

(Oh, and this isn't meant AT ALL to be a pity-fest. Just something I was thinking about today - just how many life changes can one person take at one time?)

Today is my last day at my temp assignment, and the people I work with took me out to lunch. As far as I know, this is the ONLY time my coworkers have taken me out to lunch, at any job, for any reason. And I only worked here for about a month. Pretty cool. Maybe I'm finally learning "people skills."

Tomorrow, I try to call a lawyer, get a tooth out, then sleep the day away. Monday, I start a new job. In between there's the usual: homework, tests, Christmas knitting, and, of course, Xenosaga.

Gee, I'm starting to think that I won't have time to make a Halloween costume for myself this year. :P (Aarlene, I know you're shocked that I'm admitting that I don't have time for a project...)

Perhaps tomorrow I'll talk a bit about nostalgia (or be nostalgic). Last night I found one of the very few possessions of mine that predate my marriage...

Oh, hey knitters? Join me in my deep sense of envy: Heidi-of-the-pirate-hat in Yarn Harlot's post? She's a friend of mine. (Maybe not a close friend, but a "hey, I haven't seen you in 5 years! How are your kids ... uh, what were there names again?" kind of way.) I know a Harlot-blogged knitter. And she's not coming to my city. *sniff*