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Archives for December 2003

Happy New Year!

December 31, 2003

Okay, no spoilers, but Return of the King was awesome. Lemme just say that a galloping Gandalf can make me cry, and Viggo singing…. well. I do believe I lost several years of my life, right there.

More hanging with the sisters today – driving down the coast, must get us some olallieberry pie after a quick yarn trip, perhaps? (Remember the camera, remember the camera, remember the camera.) It’s looking a lot like more rain, so the top might stay up, but it’s always down in spirit when the three of us are making faces out the windows.

Happy New Year! If you go out, be safe. If you stay in, open the door at midnight and let in a peaceful new year. Love to you.

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New Stuff

December 30, 2003

Yippee! Sister Bethany’s in town! But that means that while I’m playing more, I have less time to blog. But I’ll do a quick photo-blog, kay?

It’s my weekend, thank god, and the rain’s finally stopped. Don’t get me wrong, I aDORE rain, but it’s hard to move furniture in a downpour.

Das right. Got a little furniture today. Just one piece, a loveseat, but it’s enough to throw me into a total freak-out. Beth and I were out last night at breakfast (I know you do it too) and she said, “You’re so mellow about everything else, why does moving stuff in your house make you lose your mind?”

Not sure. Only know that I can take life-or-death phone calls and keep track of where and what my officers are doing, and I can change tires in the rain, and I can catch thirty-two dropped stitches in a bar by candlelight, but moving a couch flips me OUT. I turn into a gibbering idiot. I think I’m like my cats. I move furniture and pile crap on top of the bed, and then I just pace around back and forth, blowing air between my lips, saying, “Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.” It feels insurmountable.

Bethany is always the one to pet my head and shush me and say, “No, look, just move this here. It’ll be okay.”

So today, we got rid of my old divan (I LOVED this thing, but I finally had to admit that it’s stained beyond recognition, smells like damp from my old apartment, leaks foam, and has a spring that threatens to remove any remaining child-bearing capabilities I might choose to keep. Plus, it cost me five bucks at a thrift store when I was eighteen. I’m thirty-one. I think I got my money’s worth.)

I bought a CHEAP loveseat from a consignment store, online (craigslist), sight unseen, and had it delivered today. I adore it.

The old one, with Bethany and Adah.

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Adah, waiting for the pickup. (I’m losing my mind at this point. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.)

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The new one, with Bethany and Adah.

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And it made space for a new little yarn center. Yeah, baby.

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And me! Happy, calm again. And it’s comfy! No rogue springs.

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I’ve had such a great day. And I tried out my new toy, from Mom and the Boys:

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(That’s an Indulgent hold-out… not yet sure what I’ll do with that yumminess…)

The ball-winder is working its way east, thanks to Christy….

And here’s me and the kiddo, just taken. Innint she cute?

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Lord of the Rings tonight (finally!) with both sisters. Steak beforehand, at the dive bar down the street. What could be better? Peace, darlings.

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December 28, 2003

I went out for a walk this morning before work. Oh, it was cold. And although there isn’t snow, of course, there was a layer of ice on everything in sight. The black top of my covertible was white. And I realized as I was walking that I kind of missed part of Christmas, didn’t I?

I had a marvellous Christmas (see below) and I had a ball knitting all my gifties and getting ready for the holiday, but I was so busy with work and people and doing that I hadn’t been walking, and I missed all the pretty lights, one of my favorite things in life. This morning I silently thanked all the people who were either up early on a Sunday morning and had turned on their Christmas tree lights, or had just left them on all night. Bless them. There’s nothing like a walk in the liminal light of dawn or dusk, twinkly lights inside the cottages gleaming into the chill, the suggestion of hearth and home, of warmth and family. Of course, inside are actually probably kids spilling red juice onto white carpet and people drinking wa-a-ayy too much spiked eggnog and falling over too close to glass coffeetables.

But it looks good from out here.

And hey! Here’s my pal Laura modeling her Villa from Knitty. She asked me to tell you that it’s not just artistic blur, but the slight bulge is actually the wee baby she’s carrying under there. (Hey, ponchos were MADE for pregnant ladies.) Didn’t it turn out great? Love the colors, and the way she seamed it inside out, creating that fab ridge. *Almost* makes me ready to make one. Of course, as soon as I do, the fad will be totally over, so the longer I hold out, the better for y’all.

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And here’s me, trying on the sleeves of my orange cardie that I’m winging. Don’t mind the headset.

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Whee! And to those of you with lights still up, the walkers thank you.

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Still Life with Cats

December 26, 2003

You asked for it, you got it. Enjoy some holiday pics.
Or:
What I did on my Christmas vacation.

First let me say that it was one of the nicest Christmases in memory – no quarrels that amounted to anything more than giggling, everyone was home, and even though I was Bounced at seven in the morning by two younger sisters, all was utterly fabulous.

Bethany and I drove down on Tuesday, cats blessedly silent in the back of the car. At one point on the drive, we had a rainbow to our left and deer to our right. Oh, the central coast. (There’s snow on what I call the Steinbeck Hills, the low mountain range that separates his valley from the sea he wrote about.)

Got home in time to…. knit. Yep. Did a lot of knitting. Felt a bunch of earthquakes. Was woken early Wednesday morning to a 4.6 followed eleven seconds later by a 4.4. I get queasy before earthquakes, so I had rather an unsettled night. But these are the kind of earthquakes I like – you know they’re just rumbling by. There’s never that moment of thinking “Is This the Big One?” You can just lie in bed and enjoy the rolling. (Wonderful and necessary site here.) Aside – I can’t be flip, though, when it comes to the recent earthquake in Iran. I just can’t imagine…..

On our way down, we hit a hobby store and I grabbed some yarn to make an emergency oh-shit-I-forgot-someone hat. Hat went well. But oh-shit-I-forgot-her-son, so I made some fingerless gloves, which I’m very pleased with! No pattern, no inspiration other than T-minus four hours and a dash of panic.

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I also worked a bunch on the sleeves of the Rachael cardie (AKA WingIt) and cast on for some more Koigu socks.

And look! Everyone got knitted goods!

Beth got Koigu socks! (Can’t remember colorway, but the boys know.)

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Mom got a hot water bottle cozy (100% silk). (And the hot water bottle came with it. Good thing, ‘cause she had just bought a new one, which she heated and thoughtfully placed in my bed, which burst upon sheet contact. This wasn’t discovered for another hour or so, enough time for the water to spread from coverlet to mattress. The only thing I could grin about, while sleeping between the stacks of towels, was her present, wrapped and under the tree.) Didn’t get a good pic of this, sorry.

Dad got a Marsan watchcap! (Alpaca, forgotten brand.)

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And the Super Secret Project is revealed for those of you who didn’t see it on Rob’s site: Christy’s sweater, Harry Rodgers.

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An homage to two of her Great Loves, Harry Potter and Fred Rodgers (couldn’t quite squeeze Lord of the Rings in (damn, should have used NZ wool….). She dug it. See?

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Damn, I couldn’t WAIT to give this to her. That’s the best part about Christmas.

Other gifts:

From the folks, Christy got a bodhran. Think she likes it?

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And from Dad (mostly), Mom got an……

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Accordian! Actually, what she first said was, “Oh! What a terrible thing to do to someone!” We’re not sure whether she meant it was terrible to get it or to give it. But she loves it. I think she snuck it down to the garage to play it later in the day. But I was taking a Christmas nap, rain falling outside, EmmyLou Harris’s new album on the stereo, Christy cooking turkey in the kitchen. I couldn’t follow the accordian sounds, tempting as they were…..

Oh, and on the getting side, I got a ton of cool things. Like this:

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A Japanese-made swift from Mom (via the boys ) that came with the best translation sheet. It’s the All-Powerful Reeler. “To close shake gently as you do your parasol.” Um. Okay?

And check it out: Dad invented the Magic Parabola.

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Do you get it? It’s for reading and knitting at the same time! God bless him. It’s very clever, actually. I was impressed. But now that I’m home and I’ve experimented a bit, I’ve found it works best in two pieces. The thin board works well propped in the lap, a bit of yarn tying the book down and open. Or, and I like this best, just the stand, the front feet hanging off the chair and resting on the legs, scraps of yarn holding the books pages open (Koigu and Paton’s seen here).

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Isn’t that just the best?

I got other wonderful things, too.
A present from the East, from a new friend who is already priceless to my heart.
A tummy-ache from too many goods made with real cream.
A chat with Em, who’s as wonderful in voice as she in writing.
The opportunity to play Cranium with my entire smart-but-crazy family.
An incredible dinner, seen here (gotta love a Nikon with a timer).

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(Oh, yeah, you can see here that Mom was gifted with the Sweater-I-Hate. Looks fab on her. She said, “Oh, I was HOPING you would give it to me.”)

Lord, I MUST be about done, mustn’t I? The kitties had a good time (Digit only growled fitfully and Adah set a new world drool record) and snuggled as close as I’ve ever seen them (adversity in the shape of Mom’s cats drawing them closer).

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And they, as do I, hope that you had a wonderful Christmas, or Kwanzaa, or just a good day to chill out. Mwah, darlings.

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Shake shake shake

December 22, 2003

Rock ‘n’ roll, baby. The earth’s a-shaking and a-rumbling. And I missed the whole thing! I was at work, on the third floor, and this building sways a little all the time as it is. I don’t think the Bay Area really felt it, as we received no phone calls from panicked citizens (who regularly pick up their phones the second an earthquake hits and dial 911, wanting to know the magnitude and location — give us JUST a moment, and we’ll get it for them, but in those few seconds after, we’re just as shook-ed up as they are).

I DID, however, get a panicky phone call from Christy, saying Home (Central Coast, San Luis Obispo area) had been hit with a 6.5 and she couldn’t get hold of Mom. I did the reassuring thing, as big sisters do, making up an insta-lie: “Mom’s not home, she had to take Kahlua to the vet, so that’s why she’s not answering.” Mom DID have to go to the vet today — I was just hoping I got the time right. Then I hung up and I called home. No answer, no machine. Enough to worry a little.

Mom called about fifteen minutes later, making only my second call received at work about the quake. All was well — she had, in fact, been out, driving her little yellow 72 bug into the Long’s parking lot, thinking she had suddenly lost control of the vehicle. When she pulled over to look under the car, a little old lady rushed up and said she thought she was having a heart attack. Together they figured out that neither the car nor the heart was in any great danger. And the house appears fine (with the exception of the water heater, which needs re-strapping and new vent), although everything was knocked down and off.

We finally found out what Dad had done during the shaker. Everyone raised in earthquake country has an automated response to shakes. I’m a doorway gal. If a large enough truck rumbles past my house, I’m standing underneath the door-frame before I can register the fact that I’ve moved. We had a 3.1 last Tuesday and my hair-dryer and I ended up in the bathroom doorway without even shutting the hot air off. Christy, on the other hand, is a duck-and-cover girl. A car crash on her street will send her right under the desk, piles of paper bedamned.

Christy talked to Mom, who had talked to Dad, who had said HIS method, apparently, is to go over to the plate glass window at work and press his nose against the glass. Hey! What’s goin’ on?

He’s from Arizona.

Me? I was born in Phoenix, but you know the saying, if a gal’s born in a barn, it don’t make her a horse. (A sheep, perhaps…..) But I’m a Californian at heart, reared in the gold-land. And I’m a home-girl, too, and I can’t wait to make that drive down the Coast tomorrow, Beth and my two kitties in the car with me, playing some tunes on the stereo, wind in our hair, heading right home to give the little shaken Mama the tight hug she needs.

Mariko lives in Paso, the hardest hit. Go wish her well.

I’ll be (mostly) off-line for the holidays, back Saturday. Have very happy holidays, no matter what you do. Or if, like my some of my best pals, Thursday’s just a good day for movie-hopping with none of that red and green frippery, enjoy that, too. Light a candle, cuddle a pet, kiss a loved one, and knit a little, too. Love to all of you.

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All is Vanity

December 21, 2003

So whatcha think about this? I ordered a vanity plate.

I KNOW!

I live in California, and it’s the ultimate cliche. (Okay, I already have one, but now that I’m so excited about my new one, I’m going to get rid of WRTRGAL. That’s too much of a mouthful. And everyone thinks it reads WaterGal. They stand in parking lots and yell, “Hi, WaterGal!” I’m over that. And it feels a little (a lot) pretentious.)

But the new one? Hold on, you’re gonna love it:

IYARN

Get it? Get it?
Yarn = Fiber.
Yarn = Tale.

I KNOW you don’t need to be told that. But I like to spell it out.

It’s so silly, I know, and it’s doing the Great Grammar Wrong of verbing a noun (like I just did again). It amuses me, though, and ain’t that the point?

I yarn. Why, yes. Yes, I do.

Working on a Koigu sock (thanks, boys!) that I gotta get finished as a last-minute gift, and I’ve started fiddling around with another cardie — gonna design this one myself. Nothing special, but it feels good to finally be working without a pattern. That’s been my goal for a long, long time, to make a sweater using nothing but my tape measure and some multiplication tables. It’ll probably turn out crap, but it’s nice to play. (And even cooler, for the first time EVER, I remembered to take in all the skeins I hadn’t used in my last couple of projects, and after they were cashed in, this new sweater yarn cost me twelve dollars!)

Happy Sunday! It’s a good, shiny, rainy life.

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