I think this is Saturday, but I have no real comprehension of time today.
I have no clue what day it is any longer. I’ve been home with a seven year old in the midst of storms and threats of storms and flickering power for the last several days.
(Why does this suddenly feel like a paragraph from the “Donner Party Memoirs”?)
Anyway. Isabel came and went, and left our immediate neighborhood mostly unscathed. Our next door neighbor had a sapling uprooted, and we had plenty of small branches and leaves blown down, but nothing more serious than that. We maintained power through the whole thing, except in two or three minute stretches. Friends less than 5 miles away, however, were without power for a day.
We even got mail delivery on both days the federal government was shut down! Go USPS!
I have been working on the “Greenwich” cardigan in raspberry Jaeger Como. I am nearly to the armhole decreases already. I started it on Thursday night, I think. I was waiting for B to make me the 8.5 mm needles, but I decided to just make a conscious effort to loosen my gauge enough to use the 8 mm needles. So far, so good.
Today I have been working on my Opal toe up sock. I’ve finished the heel, and am working my way up the leg. I used the “short-row” heel, and it looks pretty good. I could do better with practice, I’m sure, but for a first try, it’s not too bad. I need to be more careful picking up the “wraps” in the short row heel, to avoid gaps. And my join between the heel and the body of the sock needs some work as well.
I’ve been spending a lot of time since Wednesday sitting immobile, and trying not to move my back. I’ve done the pinched nerve/pulled muscle thing again, and it hurts like a bitch to walk. And TSM wants me to take him to the mall. I’m stalling until TOH gets home.
I never know how to end these entries. I’d keep rambling on and on and on, but luckily my fingers are getting tired. I do that when my sister calls. I talk and talk and talk. Then I say I’m finished, and then I talk and talk and talk again! I just can’t stop myself. Maybe I need more adult contact.