(I am back in the ToT movement. Somehow I had unsubscribed, don't know how, but Carole and I got it worked out. Thanks, Carole!)
Ten Things I Like To Do Outside.
Knit on the deck.
Sometimes I listen to an audiobook, sometimes I listen to the wind and the lake. Either way, it is delightful. And I always have some devoted companions.
Smokey has always been skeptical about eating al fresco but I love it. At home we tend to eat on the three-season porch, but there are severalrestaurantsaround here -- not necessarily fancy ones, either, maybe just a bar with a kitchen -- with outdoor seating areas. Perfect place for a beer and a burger salad!
I haven't been able to do this for years, but I think my new hip may allow me to start again as soon as the roads dry up a bit more. I like to do this with an audiobook, too. (Easily bored here.) My neighbor and I used to walk at least a mile every morning, and Bear always went along, never on a leash, but content to wander and sniff at interesting things. But we had a falling out, and now she has Alzheimer's.
Watch my garden grow.
I planted supervised the planting of a flower bed right outside the front door. We have a bench on the front stoop, and it makes a perfect place to watch someone else dig.
Watch the activity on the bird feeder.
Okay, I am inside when I do this, but the birds are outside. So there.
Drive with the sunroof open.
Technically, this may not be an outdoor activity, but I'm gonna count it anyway. One of my fondest memories of our boys growing up is driving to work in Minneapolis on an April morning with Younger Son beside me. (There was employer-provided day care on Saturdays during busy season, and even though he was at least ten at the time, he liked to go with me because he had made friends there over the years.) Anyway, the sunroof was open and through it we watched the eagles (or maybe they were turkey vultures) soaring overhead as we drove up the hill out of the St Croix river valley.
Camping in the mini-mini-motorhome.
For me this mostly involves reading and knitting in a camp chair. Not much different from being at home, really, but Lake Superior is a tad bigger than our (100-acre) lake. No mosquitoes there, either.
Not a favorite thing, but an inevitable one.
Check for ticks. Ditto.
As you can tell by careful reading, I may love the outdoors but I don't necessarily like to be in the outdoors. I like to observe it at a distance, preferably from behind a screen. So there is no number ten here. Still looking forward to spring, though...
Elder Son had his last day of medical school on Friday. This was a red-letter day, one he has been waiting for for a l-o-n-g time. Finally he can escape the Evil Upper East Side Medical School Dedicated To Wealth And Prestige. When he went to retrieve his car from a friend's apartment parking lot in Jersey where it had been stored for two months, he found it had a flat tire. 3am call to me, asking for Smokey's phone number at work: always call Dad for car advice. He had planned to drive into Manhattan during the wee hours so as to avoid traffic as he picked up his stuff from the dorm. Didn't happen. He did manage to have the car towed to a tire place, get the tire fixed, drive into Manhattan with somewhat less traffic than on a weekday, get his stuff, and escape, all without any tickets or accidents. He is now back in Ann Arbor and is finishing his grad school thesis.
Graduation ceremonies for med school and grad school are both in early May. Which means, for us... road trip!
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Younger Son is back from Las Vegas and here for the weekend. Ser Percy was very glad to see him. I haven't seen that dog's tail wag that fast ever before. The reunion reminded us of YouTube videos of returning vets being reunited with their dogs.
YS said that, yes, he did gamble while in LV -- one dollar into a slot machine. "I lost the whole thing!" he reported.
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Both the back and sleeves of Fairfield are done to the armhole shaping. I haven't had the undisturbed time to knit that that will require so I started a mindless project.
The first six rows of a linen stitch scarf.
The knit get-together that would have taught three of us how to make a linen stitch scarf got postponed until later this month because of a blizzard. I had cast on the 600 st required for a long narrow scarf and had knit the first three rows from the pattern before the blizzard, but I decided my colors did not contrast enough with each other (yellow, pale blue, and pale green -- Easter egg colors). So I frogged and restarted yesterday with different colors. The new one will be a regular riot of color -- NOT! -- dark gray, light gray, and this:
Marks & Katten Fame.
of which I used the first half of the skein in my Daybreak scarf:
Right now I seem to be in the blackish part of the skein so it doesn't show up well, but that will change. Aside: 600 stitches takes a lot of yarn. This scarf may be narrower than I expected..
Last weekend Younger Son got into cleaning my kitchen. (Be still, my heart!) When he got to the stove, he decided I needed new burner pans and rings; not only did he decide that, he went onto Amazon and bought me some.
I still can't figure out why he thought I needed new ones.
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He is currently at the NAB show in Las Vegas, as I mentioned in an earlier post. He sent some photos from his first day.
Airport? Conference center? Hotel on The Strip? Doesn't matter -- palms and sun and 60˚!
Where to start? (Not YS in photo.)
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In other fabulously fascinating news, I watched The Avengers yesterday. Having seen numerous references to Tom Hiddleston, Loki, and Thor on the 'net, I decided I wanted needed to know what it was all about.
Actually, I lie. I watched the first hour, got interrupted, and decided I didn't need to watch the rest. I know who Loki and Thor are and what Asgard is now.
Edited to add: Looks like I watched that movie just in time. Or I wouldn't have understood this.
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In knitting news, I am up to the armholes on the back of Fairfield and nearly to the armhole shaping on the sleeves.
As usual, red yarn is impossible to capture accurately.
There is a faint possibility that I may knit my way straight through this sweater, which would be a first for me. I always get distracted by smaller projects -- scarves, mittens, hats, what-have-you. Let's keep our fingers crossed...
We got 10.5" (26.5cm) of snow last night and today. (Bah, humbug.) Two of my knitterly friends and I were going to meet a fourth knitterly friend to visit a yarn store, have lunch, and have friend #4 teach us how to make a linen stitch scarf. It would have been a 46 mile trip, one way. K, who would have driven, emailed yesterday that her Jeep could make it through anything and that she was not afraid to drive. (I replied that she was one badass mofo. She agreed.)
Yesterday I watched Skyfall on Netflix and cast on 600 stitches for the scarf (I decided I wanted the long skinny version). Skyfall = 2 hr, 23 min = exactly the right amount of time to cast on 600 stitches. Win!
But this morning reality dawned and we realized that the two of who were going to park and meet her would end up having our cars blocked in when the snowplows went by.
But we will reschedule this little outing for later in the month. Maybe winter and blizzards will be over by then.
Not everyone is disappointed with the weather.
Younger Son and most of his company are leaving tomorrow for the NAB convention in Las Vegas, so Ser Percival The Energetic is staying with us. As you can see, he is tremendously despondent at being separated from his Poppa. Misha tries in vain to cheer him up, but he is inconsolable.
He cried piteously for the first hour or so after YS left last Sunday, but he has bonded to us now. He snuggles up in the bed at night and follows me around during the day. In the evening he attempts to slime up onto my lap. Sometimes I let him do it, the 65-pound lapdog.