Leap Day

I wasn’t going to post today, but I thought to myself, “Garret, Leap Day only comes once every four years, you better do something to commemorate it.” I thought about dancing in the streets naked, but that’s a little illegal, so I elected to have a nice leisurely breakfast instead. I am also working in the comfortable chair instead of my desk. It’s about the little things that make you feel like your living in the lap of luxury. Today’s lunch might not even be leftovers. Ah, let’s not get carried away. Still Leap Day only comes once every four years.

See, I shouldn’t have posted today. Talking about my daily habits means that I’m dipping low into the barrel of blog fodder. The only thing lower is talking about TV, which I really don’t want to do. (Also, I don’t have anything that I want to talk about when it comes to TV. Is that sad, or am I showing remarkably new intellectual pursuits?) (That and I’ve already done that once this week.)

I could give you a few simple sentences in some fourth-grade Italian. Io parlo piccolo Italaino. (I speak a little Italian.) Esci dalla mia cusinia. (Get out of my kitchen). Mio Uccello es verde. (My bird is green.) Parla come magni! (Say it like ya eat it!) (Alternate: Spit it out!)

Still knitting, still studying Italian, still working on a book. That’s my leap day, how’s your’s?

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New Sweater

Do you remember a little while back on the other blog when I mentioned wanting to find something to knit on besides that blanket. (Which I still love, but it’s taking a little time out.) Well, I got those socks started that I wanted to. I have may have to lend those to a friend though — don’t ask, I’ll explain later. But what is a man to do with only a mind numbing blanket to knit on?

Start a mind numbing sweater!

It’s actually pretty entertaining, mostly because I’m knitting like the wind on this thing, I should have it done in a week or two if I keep ignoring the blanket like I am now. I love knitting on this thing. The return to natural fibers, the return to stockingette (Even though it’s knit in the round, meaning that I’m doing the exact same thing over and over again, just like the garter stitch blanket). I love knitting on it, the fact that it’s huge, what with having been on the needles for two days, the five inches is pretty impressive.

It’s a more army green in real life, not quite so . . . mocha? I love it, and need I remind you that it’s been on the needles since Sunday night. I’ve slept since then too, and done all my usual work. The best part is that it’s mindless knitting, so I can work on it while I do just about anything that doesn’t involve my hands.

It’s an Elizabeth Zimmermann pattern. Sort of. I’m going to make it a yoke sweater, but with garter stitch instead of the fair isle yoke. It’ll have a placket opening, like a polo shirt. Not sure if I’ll have enough yarn, but that’s the beauty of a yoke sweater, I’ll tell you now that I may, or may not, be planning on having a contrasting yoke.

 

Last night, as I sat through the Oscars once more, I thought to myself, as I ritually do at 10:07, “Why am I watching this?” I see very few movies, and if I do, then they generally aren’t the ones that get nominated. (I will admit that I’ve got plebian tastes, sue me.) I guess it’s just habit, at the end of February you watch movie stars get little statues, just like you haul up the patio cushions is April (Or March as this year is going) and like who you rake leaves in October. (Or December as last year went.) Still, if the Oscar’s are great to read a book during, or solve a knitting problem, the latter I did, and the former I tried to do. Maybe tonight.

Anyway, as far as stuffy awards shows go, last night’s was pretty good. I got a little teared up twice. (Octavia Spencer and Christopher Plumer) (He is 82 and won his first Oscar, how touching is that.)It was actually entertaining — I had to put my book down. And it was short too. A little over three hours. I hate what that says about me that three hours is short. When it was over I actually looked at the clock and thought, “Geez, they’re over before midnight?”

Last night I finished the sixth (out of nine) square on my blanket. Almost two-thirds of the way done, and I’m starting to get a little burnt out on these things. So, to keep my busy I started a little sweater, the one that was giving me problems. Still, I knit several swatches, and the edging, not bad time. Too bad that it’s in odd numbers, which means that it’s impossible to evenly increase one-third of the stitches. Fudging will ensue today if I can find the time, which given the mess I made in the kitchen cooking breakfast, might not happen. Sigh, it’ll be there later.

Back to your normal knitting blog

As much as I can have ANYthing resembling normal. I think the blog crises has passed, though I’m still trying to deal with it, so let’s get back to the reason you’ve come here, the knitting.

Let’s see if I can add pictures, shall we?

Can you see that? Can you see them? There is a learning curve, but if you can see that then the first one is the current square in progress. The second one are the five squares that’s already done.

Then, the one on the bottom is what I’ve been waiting for. The Distraction. Elizabeth Zimmermann’s (Consistence is the handmaiden of success, or so I’ve been told) Moccasin Socks. I’m knitting them out of my own homespun Alpaca. Let me just tell you that this is the first time I’ve knit with yarn from my wheel, and the first time I’ve knit with Alpaca. (I lead a sad, sad life.) I love it. Love! Love! Love! So heavenly to knit with, and I sit it on my desk and stroke it every now and then. Now I know why everyone loves Alpaca — it’s worthy.

So, that’s where I’m at. Knitting a lot, but still not making it anywhere. I’m almost done with the sixth square on the blanket and that will mean that, baring finishing, I’m two-thirds of the way done. I need a quick fix, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. Still, nothing can beat the high of finishing a blanket.

It’s Saturday, and it’s time for me to get back on that NPR bender . . . I’m really posting this a little after four, must fix that clock.

Settling In

It still feels a little odd here, at wordpress, but I think that it’ll end up working for the better. It’s set up a lot different that blogger, but I will get used to it. I’m a creature of habit, and even having something as little as my knitting blog shooken up is enough to put me over the edge. I think that I’m showing remarkable personal growth, considering how few time I shrieked during the hours where I was doing battle with blogger.

I wasn’t able to re-direct from my old site, but I’ll keep trying. I think they will only let me redirect to another blogspot address.

And there is one thing that I like here, it has a built-in word counter. It’s a little slow, but it does help me determine the length of these entires. I need to figure out how to fix the clock here,  (it’s really a little after noon when I post this) and there are a few things that I would like to bring over from the old blog. I don’t really like the look of this blog, but that is just going to have to be something that I’ll work on. Please bear with me.

Also, if you’ve bookmarked me, or (gulp) listed me on the side bar, first, well, aren’t you sweet! Second, would you pretty, pretty please update your links to me? There will be no new content at blogspot, I’m just going to leave it the way it is, let the banner grow moldy and don’t get rid of the rats that moved into the basement.

But let’s not dwell on that. Oddly enough, I don’t know what to talk about when I’m not dwelling on that. This is a knitting blog, I could give you the post that I was going to do when blogger went all demonic on me. (I swear there was a moment when my computer spun around and vomited split pea soup.) But that post seems so different now. It sounds to dramatic, but it really does feel a little silly to talk about that. I don’t remember what it’s like to have knitting that you don’t put on the internet. Let’s do a little metaphor shall we? The  old blog was where I learned to walk, this will be where I learn to run.

I’m still working on the blanket. I feel the need to point out that I really do like working on this thing, I just don’ t like the uneasy feeling that I get from it. It’s like I’m just sitting there, waiting for the urge to knit a dozen things in an hour to descend upon me. I think it will come right around when it’s time to weave in the million-billion ends. This blanket has more colors in it than a rainbow does (I know that there is no white or black in a rainbow, but there is in this blanket.)

Hello world!

I’m not really sure what the hell has been happening for the past hour, and I’m not really sure that you will either.

Here’s the thing. I went to post a little entry to blogger, like I’ve done almost two hundred times. And they wouldn’t let me. They are mean people. I tried the new interface, but that didn’t help me at all. They wanted me to upgrade to Google Chrome, which I first refused to do because I’m resistant to change, and I now refuse to do on principle.

So I went to start a new blog. Here you are. I first went to typepad, but they wanted me to pay for a blog, which is not happening on SO many different levels. (I would sooner go to Google Chrome.) WordPress is my new home, and I think that I’m going to like it here. Once I figure out how to work it. I’ll try to do some domain referal thing, but I’m not really sure if blogger will even let me do that. So I may lose a lot of comments and followers. I’m sorry.  If you have a blog, I’ll leave a comment with this address.

I’m really used to bloger and this will be an adjustment. Don’t expect things to stay the same here. I’m not even sure what the blog looks like yet. (Still figuring out WordPress.) I’ve got to import my blog list and my about me pages.

I really hope this works. I need to fix the clock here. I need to fix the clock. I need to do a lot.

I didn’t come here just because Blogger wanted me to upgrade. That was just the final straw. I feel a little bit better about myself now because I’m no longer supporting Google. They are a little to big of a company for me to trust.  Please overlook that I change blog hosts because one host wanted me to change, I don’t like what that says about my mental state. (And after the last hour, just about anything could push me over the edge.)

Any questions? I’m going to work out all the bugs sooner or later. Now, let me just see if I can figure out how to post this. Any advice form WordPress users?