So I lost track of time a little bit
I meant to post these photos on Tuesday, but Tuesday was a day of great activity chez Sock Knitters. The Fool worked at home so he could deal with the arrival of several people. They all arrived at once.
The air conditioner guy came and told us our air conditioner is getting old and will need to be replaced soon and the reason it doesn't seem to work with the thermostat is because there is a dead mouse blocking a critical circuit. He performed an expensive mousectomy and now everything works great. He was going to hose it off for us, but couldn't, because....
The well and pump guys were here and had turned off the water to work on the pump and stuff. They replaced a water tank for us before it rusted out completely and caused a Very Expensive Pump Problem, or so the Fool summarized. Now the water doesn't go "thunk-thunk-thunk" whenever we run it for more than a few minutes, and the annoying whistling from the faucets has stopped.
Then more guys came by to deliver some new living room furniture. We have this tradition, where on each wedding anniversary, we replace a piece of old, cruddy furniture. In 2006, we decided to replace the couch. Last week, we found the things to replace it. I had to take the Fool to the furniture store and install him on each couch to ensure it was the right length.
Here he is, demonstrating proper fit for a couch and a tall guy. He is holding a hemp shopping bag I'm trying to knit in purse stitch, despite its unwillingness to produce the proper number of stitches per round. I'd say 'hell with it,' and find a simpler pattern, but this is a kit I bought at MS&W and dammit, I'm going to knit the stinking pattern I paid for. After I finish blogging, I'm going to look up purse stitch in Barbara Walker and see if I can make better sense of it. It's just not clicking with me yet.
Here's the Sockapalooza socks I first tried to knit. This pattern, while cool, doesn't work. I couldn't see what was going on.
This one seems better, although badly lit. Sorry about that.
Finally, here's Angus, the Bubblewrap Savage. Little sweetie.
The air conditioner guy came and told us our air conditioner is getting old and will need to be replaced soon and the reason it doesn't seem to work with the thermostat is because there is a dead mouse blocking a critical circuit. He performed an expensive mousectomy and now everything works great. He was going to hose it off for us, but couldn't, because....
The well and pump guys were here and had turned off the water to work on the pump and stuff. They replaced a water tank for us before it rusted out completely and caused a Very Expensive Pump Problem, or so the Fool summarized. Now the water doesn't go "thunk-thunk-thunk" whenever we run it for more than a few minutes, and the annoying whistling from the faucets has stopped.
Then more guys came by to deliver some new living room furniture. We have this tradition, where on each wedding anniversary, we replace a piece of old, cruddy furniture. In 2006, we decided to replace the couch. Last week, we found the things to replace it. I had to take the Fool to the furniture store and install him on each couch to ensure it was the right length.
Here he is, demonstrating proper fit for a couch and a tall guy. He is holding a hemp shopping bag I'm trying to knit in purse stitch, despite its unwillingness to produce the proper number of stitches per round. I'd say 'hell with it,' and find a simpler pattern, but this is a kit I bought at MS&W and dammit, I'm going to knit the stinking pattern I paid for. After I finish blogging, I'm going to look up purse stitch in Barbara Walker and see if I can make better sense of it. It's just not clicking with me yet.
Here's the Sockapalooza socks I first tried to knit. This pattern, while cool, doesn't work. I couldn't see what was going on.
This one seems better, although badly lit. Sorry about that.
Finally, here's Angus, the Bubblewrap Savage. Little sweetie.
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One of my ex-boyfriends was 6'5" to my 5'4". To fit into my old full-size bed he had to stretch diagonally from corner to corner, leaving me my choice of the upper triangle or lower triangle.
He couldn't even sit on my couch. I felt like a Smurf.