optimism

It’s a bit weird to see that baseball season is only 45 days away when it’s eleventy million degrees below zero right now and there’s tons of snow as far as the eye can see.

In the meantime, I’m off to El Salvador for work, where it’s eleventy million degrees above zero! Catch you later!

 

in denial

I suppose it was inevitable. The first snowfall.

I have it in my head that the first snow of the season should be pretty. Beautiful white flakes quietly falling from the sky and lightly settling on the grass and trees.

Instead this morning it snowed. And sleeted. And hailed. All at the same time. With a vigorous serving of lightning and thunder on the side. Complete with power outage.

Bah! I’m not ready to be c-c-cold yet!

Might be time to whip up some hat and mittens.

 

a festival of sheep

And alpacas and llamas too! The awesome folks at my LYS organized a trip to the Finger Lakes Fiber Arts and Crafts Festival. So much fun! I had a grand ‘ol time carpooling with Chris, Shirani, and Maria. The festival was held at the Hemlock fairgrounds, a short two hour drive from here. Being a fiber festival virgin, I didn’t quite know what to expect.

But lo! There was plenty of adorable sheep, llamas, and alpacas to pet. Though this one looked a bit disgruntled

 

There was knitting on the World’s Largest Sock. The sock is traveling the world and was started in the UK. It’s about 7 meters in circumference, has 1500 cast-on stitches, and there’s 10 long circular needles around it. I wonder what will happen when it’s time to turn the heel.

 

There was fiber galore in all shapes and forms to ooh and ahh over. I loved how there were all these smallish independent farmers, weavers, spinners, and dyers showing off their wares. I had no idea there was such beautiful work out there! There were spoils from the festival too, of course. My resolve to keep an iron fist on my wallet wasn’t that strong! The bright blue yarn is Spinning Bunny Yarn in Tropical Sea, meant to be a hat. The variegated autumn-y pile on the right is Steam Valley Mohair/Merino wool yarn, earmarked for a wrap of some kind. The red yarn is Persimmon Tree Farm Potluck yarn, maybe for a pair of fingerless gloves? The wooden dowel sticking out of the Potluck yarn is supposed to be a spare part for a loom. I found it sitting forlornly in a bin for a buck fiddy and thought that it might make a good ball winder. It works great, and the price can’t be beat.

 

There were plenty of laughs, stories, and frozen margaritas. Everyone had such a good time at this fiber fest that there are rumblings about taking a road trip to Maryland next year. I can only hope.

More pictures here.

 

thump

1. Sound made by head as it hits pillow from sheer exhaustion.

The past weekend was spent here -

Every year, my department participates in a few community projects. This semester’s first foray happened to be to a Habitat to Humanity work site. So a bunch of my students and co-workers hied off to be pseudo-tradespeople for a day. There was lots of hammering, clambering on top of rickety ladders, and hauling stuff. Power tools were used! Various appendages were banged up! Curse words were uttered! It was fun, but hard work. At the beginning of the work day, the house didn’t have any windows or doors cut out yet, nor did it have outside insulation put up. It was nice to see the house actually look like one at the end of the day. I think I’m gonna hang on to my day job for now though. At least until I can climb up a ladder without feeling butterflies in my stomach.

2. Sound idiot vandal’s foot makes as it comes into contact with my car roof.

Or at least that’s what the nice police officer told me happened today. I usually park on the street in front of my apartment building, along with many other tenants. Even though there’s fairly heavy car and pedestrian traffic, we’ve never had any problems with vandals before. At least until today. Apparently sometime this afternoon, some idiot decided to jump on the hood of my car, climb up on the roof, and then jump onto the next car on the street. I got a phone call from the police (which about gave me a heart attack) telling me I had a nice dent on my car.

 

twilight’s edge

It finally broke 50 degrees here!  The hint of sunshine and warmth made me downright giddy.   So yesterday I wandered down to the beach*, just in time to catch this -

Ain’t it purty?  Sitting on the sand, knitting away on my current project (more on that later) while people watching.  Ahhh…….

 

* no bathing suits were worn while at said beach.  Fleece was the costume of choice.  Because while the weather was nice, the water was cold, even the sand was cold.  Also, as soon as the sun set, it became probably 20 degrees colder.   

 

berfday

Mmmmmm….pink frosting…

Happy berfday to me!  Another year older, not necessarily wiser though.   The cute piggy cupcake came from Wegman’s, which I thought a bit appropriate, since it felt like I spent a good chunk of the day eating.  Blame the weather. 

A couple of things that occurred in time to mark said birthday -

 

desperately seeking

Desperately seeking spring.   It snowed yesterday, it will snow again through the weekend.  Easter this year was colder than Christmas.  We are well into April.  So wrong! 

Spring, where are you?

Even Smokey the Bear looked miserable

Desperately seeking maple cotton candy.  Last week was the maple festival here.  Which is where I met Smokey, the miserable bear with the ill-fitting jeans.  There was plenty of maple syrup, maple candy, maple popcorn, and OMG - maple cotton candy.  So delicious!  Just the thought of it is making my mouth water right now.  ‘Course, all that sugar also gave me sugar-induced giddiness like you wouldn’t believe

Desperately seeking free time.  I’m buried in work right now, trying to finish up several lectures for next week.  Because I procrastinate like a champ!  Said procrastination is also the reason why I spent the better part of yesterday scratching my head and going “Wha?  Subtract the total of what line from the sum of the what line?”

Uncle Sam ALWAYS gets his due.  Sigh.

Desperately seeking buttons.  Sesame is almost done.  Whoo!  I picked up stitches for the button band and collar last week and finished them yesterday.   Now waiting for the buttons I ordered from M & J Trimming to come.  I hope I didn’t make the buttonholes too big. 

Always keep a spoon handy!

She’s a bit itchy right now, but nothing that a shirt or a wash won’t fix.  The best thing so far, is that she fits!  I almost can’t believe it.  The maths - she may have actually worked!  Maybe I should wait until I sew on the buttons before I prance around and declare victory. 

 

conversations

In which my snarky comeback-o-meter utterly fails me.  In three acts.

I.  At the driver’s license office:

Good ol’boy driver’s license official looking person (GOB) - speaking extremely slowly, like I have a hearing problem - Do you speak English?

Me:  Yes.  (Huh?)

GOB:  Are you a citizen of the United States? 

Me:  No.  (I’ve never been asked this before at a driver’s license place. Uh-oh, this could get interesting)

GOB:  Why do you need a driver’s license?

Me:  My old one’s  about to expire, and since I live in PA now, I figured I should get a PA driver’s license. 

GOB:  Well, you need (proceeds to name a bajillion documents to prove my lawful existence on Earth).

Me:  Here.  (Thank you internet! I’m not going to schlep all the way out here again because you need a copy of my I-94 or some such nonsense)

GOB: I see you moved from Texas.  I have to tell you that we turn down applications of a lot of people from Texas because we here, we follow the rules! 

Me:  <blink, blink>  (Bite your tongue, Jet.  You need your driver’s license.  You don’t want to schlep all the way out here again because of the snark)

GOB:  Those people just give out driver’s licenses to whoever wants one.  No matter that they don’t have any documentation.  They just let anyone into that state!   Steal all the jobs.  Don’t even know how to drive well.   All the driver’s license offices are supposed to be following the same rules, but I guess they don’t do that in Texas. 

Me:  Uhhmmm…I don’t think that’s a fair assumption.  (What a jerk.  Bite your tongue.  Now!  He’s handing you the form.  Suppress the snarky comeback)

 

wintry mix

Yesterday morning, the following words were spoken, “No, that is not a blizzard. That is merely a snow burp. And no, the university never closes for anything!”

Famous last words.

Because by mid-afternoon, everyone got an email that school was suspended for the rest of the day because of this -

Outside our office. Piles of snow. Lots of snow. There was also this piece of news -

ERIE, Pennsylvania (AP) — About 50 vehicles — including an ambulance carrying patients — piled up in a chain-reaction crash on a snowy interstate Thursday, killing one person, officials said.

So I trudge home in the snow. Ahhhh….snow. So white, so fluffly, so light and airy and fun. What they don’t tell you is that when it snows this much and the roads don’t get plowed right away, snow very quickly turns into an icky, muddy, slippery pile of slush. Also, wind chill sucks. Anyway, I come home to a freezing apartment. Turns out the heat is out at our apartment building. Lovely. Also uh-oh.

That outfit is pretty much what I wore to bed. At least, the handknits are getting a lot of wear. I did manage to take my shoes off long enough to snap a picture of my latest project -

The beginnings of Conwy socks from Nancy Bush’ Knitting on the Road. On Louet Gems Opal in a super bright shade of hot pink. Because I’m already dreaming of spring.

 

be it ever so humble

I live in a converted hockey puck factory. It’s actually pretty cool looking, with exposed beams and old creaky floors. Here it is from the outside -

And here it is from the inside. This was taken a couple of days ago, when my stuff hadn’t gotten here yet. Look at all that space!

That side of the room still looks pretty much the same. The other side of the room is now a chaotic sea of boxes, because my stuff finally made it off the moving truck.

The good - most of my worldly possessions (really mainly my computer and books) made it to Erie relatively intact.

The bad and the ugly - ahhh, where do I start? Should I begin with the part where the moving company tried to charge me extra (a lot of extra) during pick-up in Houston because I had 5 more boxes than their inventory list said? Or how about the fact that they dropped off my stuff at 10 freaking 30 at night, in icy, cold rain? Or that I had to threaten to call the cops on them so they would start unloading? You know, because I didn’t want to pony up two hundred extra dollars because of the “long distance from the unloading area to your apartment.” Or the fact that many of my boxes came off the truck looking like this -

Serious party-ers, my boxes. Some of my stuff seemed to have been tampered with too, because things that I’m pretty sure I packed together ended up in separate boxes. With strategic holes in them too (the boxes, I mean).

With the unpacking and work starting in earnest (I had my first “what the hell have I gotten myself into” moment today), there has not been a lot of time for knitting. This is the stripey socks progress so far -

Pitiful progress huh? At least I have small feet.