But it wasn’t apparent at first. It was after lunch when we realized the trash hadn’t made it out to the curb. Oops!
Anyway, I had to share the daughter and boyfriend’s socks on their feet.
From this, you can see what a cute couple they are!
But the current finished project was this pair of slipper socks. They are headed to the charity, Hat Huggers.
There was enough yarn leftover that I have started a smaller pair of anklet slippers. I hope I have enough to finish that project.
I took pics of the Flexeeloom as I am making a hat for an adult. I know it seems weird to have a loom that wriggles around, but it is light and sturdy and I love working with it. Working the two-by-two ribbing is tedious on most looms and can actually hurt my hands. This loom is like working with butter.
As you can see I can wad it up or stretch it out and the stitches stay on the pegs and the work is fast and easy. Here is where I left off today.
This is the underside.
This is from the top.
Oh, look at the time! It is nearly tomorrow! S0 this concludes #WDIIA and #WTIIA Friday edition.
I’m finally getting around to reading some blogs. This was on my friend, Willowdot21‘s blog. It brought tears to my eyes. It seems quite appropriate for our times. Click on her blog name above to see the whole blog. She has some amazing tunes breaking up her days in the life.
One-liner Wednesday is the easiest blog prompt. It is brought to us by Linda G. Hill. Go check it out and join us as we play.
My two FlexeeLooms. The heart-shaped loom is the first book put together. All those links come in cellophane packages that contain square or rounded ended pinkish or purplish two pegged units.ย There are tons of YouTubes of folks unpacking these fun pop-beads of knitting. Do any of you remember pop-beads? I think that was the 50s? I loved them. You could make a necklace or bracelet out of them. These peg-units are a bit stiffer than the pop-beads of yore but as I understand it the stiffness helps the loom-knitting to be done without breaking apart. I can’t wait to play with these. More, I mean, with yarn. With seven socks in the making I need to wait a minute to play. Here’s an unpacking YouTube.
I think it is Sunday. The day and date faded in and out all day leaving me wondering.
We did watch CBS Sunday Morning. I remember having tears and laughter as the show progressed between the deaths of the famous and Jim Carrey’s humor. The most impressive moments of the show were these:
Amazing.
But as with most shows these days, a lot centered around COVID19 and our new normal.
I knitted my day away. We actually finishing Independence Day Resurgence. I didn’t find it so awful as I had the first time I watched it. And my husband and I found interesting faces and storylines that seemed not to tie in as they should. Come to find out there is a book (Independence Day: Crucible) that should be between the two movies. So I ordered it. I will try to read it when finished with this Outlander (at chapter 117 of 142-?)
The ID2 story seems more to ring true with COVID19’s global threats. Never in my lifetime do I remember having so much in common with other countries. Sure we lived through the ducking beneath our desks in case a bomb hit. Like that would ever help. But we were very young and the in-class movies showed us the importance.
Then we had an assassination of an actual president, that we most loved. In our protestant house, there was fear of him. My parents hated that I was glued to the set as Catholic services and movies kept the sadness front and center of everyone’s minds. But I don’t remember much about how the world handled it. It was mostly global in our heads.
How about the moon landing? That was massive. But was it? It was USA landing and claiming. Sure we connected in country but maybe that wasn’t as global as we thought.
So as a reverse independence day started occurring in March, as our social groups grew smaller our minds seemed to see farther than we have, well, at least in my lifetime. On the movie Independence Day, it was by Morse Code that we connected globally to attack the enemy. For twenty years the world stayed in harmony until the next threat of the alien beings tried to kill us all.
Do you think there will be a day as we fight the enemy that all countries will unite and kill the virus and we will be at peace? Will we find a happy ending to all this? This is far harder than shooting guns and flying spaceships. The enemy is unseen. So small most of us wouldn’t know what it looks like. We wear masks not to protect us but others. There is no shield we can hold up. It is only in seeing loved ones or people two degrees from us that we can see it not as a laugh but as serious as the insectoid/octopuslike aliens.
How odd to have something so deadly pointed at us and to stand weak, yet caring for others. The old adages of TV Westerns where the hero stands between the bandit and the loved one doesn’t apply. None of the rules of the games we have learned work for this. I know my mother and parents of we older boomers worried about the scum in ponds that could, in their minds, cause polio. But I don’t think that disease was as contagious as this. I know it was horrid. I remember stories. But I don’t remember meeting anyone who had it. I did meet a couple people later in life that had recovered from it with crutches and skinny legs. I was still too young to understand anything about it. We still got to go see our grandparents and go to church and school.
With the #WDIIA, we have a prompt that helps us to meander through our thoughts. Today, the day after Independence Day my thoughts see a tiny invisible thing that is more powerful than what Will Smith had to deal with. Today means that it is day 1 on fourteen days we who are more vulnerable have to stay isolated because others need their crowds. How many will die because you need to party? Couldn’t a day of introspection of how we won our Independence and the lines left for us, “Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness” be better than beer and hotdogs? Isn’t my life as important as your need to carry a gun?
Okay, that was a lot of wandering around. I know others can say all this so much better than I. But I needed to say it. And now it is nearly Monday #WTIIA
I just want to toss this out there. It is fun reading about the American Revolution on the Fourth of July. This may be the best Outlander book yet. And you know how live television mentions a holiday all day long? We’ve watched very little live TV today. Instead, we watched Independence Day. Yes, it is a classic for me. But then my book reminds me. Then I’m watching Roswell and there are all kinds of references to the movie. Never has life pointed to all we stand for and what we have to lose by not being our best selves and caring for others. I hope we can do that. Just like the movie we are fighting something globally. And this enemy doesn’t care about your religion or politics. So while we are trying to celebrate our Independence, Let’s embrace our unity and humanity.
Isn’t it weird how colors change within the cell camera? This is actually a sea-blue not gray. The hook and KB Sock Loom are the true colors. Anyway, this was a toe-up. Toe is now finished on sock number two.
Trash pick-up and Zooming with friends proved to me it was Friday. Why should that be different than any other day? The TGIFs of the past no longer apply.
As much as I feel American and love this country, I never look forward to the Fourth of July. I worry about fires. I don’t mind those pretty fireworks that the fire department controls. But wreckless people buying their own and shooting them off willy-nilly. And every year there are fires.
Still, this year has so much going on. So I am hoping the patriotic overcome the political chasms between us and the pandemic helps us care for each other.
I’m cutting this short because I am reading about early America in Outlander 8.
The only clue that it may be Thursday is the trash it out. Luckily that’s not my job. Though I am often consulted to make sure it is the right day. Because nobody knows what day it is, do they? Family members asked me how my friends were. I had to explain it wasn’t Friday. But I had to look at my phone to make sure I didn’t have it wrong.
This is normally the day I give reviews of the streaming shows I’ve been watching. But all I have been doing is knitting and listening to Outlander 8, Written in My Own Heart’s Blood. No, I ran out of scrubby yarn so it’s back to socks. I have one pair ready for the brim. one pair just past the toes, and another sock nearly finished from the olden days when I did socks one at a time. I do have two hats but I just don’t like doing hats at the moments. I have plenty of yarn
Okay. I admit this looks crazy. Knitting four socks, or even two socks at a time can be a challenge on the X-Wing Fighter. The two on the right are the ones I have about three inches of toes in Jeweltone of Red Heart Soft, the upper left arm has the beginning of a sock but I am waiting for another skein of the yarn I’m using on that one. If it doesn’t come soon I will frog it and make something else. So I keep the skein in a baggy rubber banded on the proper leg. That keeps the yarn clean and untangled This loom feels like I am playing a strange musical instrument. It is large but easy to handle.
So maybe not exciting stuff. But hey, the alternative seems worse, somehow. I accept my boring life as it is still, life. So there ya go. Now back to the book. How will the American Revolution end? Or at least how will it treat Claire and Jamie?
Which shall I use to make the planet? The all-knowing smile alluded to the blue.
In my head that was a one-liner. Maybe not if I need to add the rest. It was a gentle non-COVID19 dream. Obviously, two of my favorite things collided: Loom-Knitting and Sci-fi. The X-Wing (as I call it–CinDWood– can be used to make larger afghans or sweaters) loom above and the 24 peg baby hat Knifty Knitter. So if you choose to knit a planet one should choose the blue one.
On that thought and straying from the one-liner, what would you choose to take with you on the spaceship between planets? I see the shows and wonder how can they just sit there and not be knitting or crocheting that whole time. So many things could be ready at landing. Much worry and angst could be averted.
11:05 barely 55 minutes left to get this up and still get credit. So another short one that may seem like another boring repeat of the last few days. Because, Yes, I finished yet another scrubby and washcloth. And I finished book 7 of Outlander.
I think that amounts to 6 clothes and 6 scrubbies. I’m selfishly thinking I will keep the two laying out of the stacks for my own. I still have a bit of the yellow scrubby yarn left so I may make another one or two, just to keep on hand should I want to give a couple to the Hugger Hats charity.
The Outlander book was very good. I do look forward to more in the series, as I feel there is more out there. I will write the review tomorrow when I am more awake.
Oh, it was Monday. I know because it was Easy Writers Zoom meet. I had to tell them that the dog ate my homework as I hadn’t written anything about the prompts. That didn’t mean I didn’t like them. One being, have a discussion with your guardian angel, the other a letter to someone in gratitude. Since part of what I have been doing has to do with writing to friends the second one will be done multiple ways. I may or may not share when finished as I don’t know how private I will make each letter. If I feel I can and keep the recipient’s identity hidden, it might be fun to share. Stay tuned to see if I have the guts or creative energy to pull it off. I know I’m waiting with bated breath!
What do I read now? I think I am going to go through reading withdrawal. I have tens of thousands of books waiting for me. But after two very good but huge books, I worry that I can’t top that!
As of Sunday, the weather has gone back to early spring. Lots of wind and cool. This week we may have a night that is in the upper thirties. Not freezing but Brrrr!
I don’t often include this but our county now has 15 or 16 COVID19 cases. I know to most of you that may seem a small number, but since our tiny town has barely over one thousand people, and we certainly don’t have the population of other towns in the county, I wonder how many might actually be here now.ย There are things we need that our little community can’t give us. No DMV, etc. And I would love to take care of some of the things around the house and yard but need the big stores. But if our little county is having that rise, I know the bigger towns are worse.
Do you ever go through your day and think of doing something you used to do without even thinking about it and realize, nope. that can’t happen. Like a lightning bolt goes through your head that, oh, yeah, things aren’t like that anymore. For a couple of months, we could hold the thoughts of ‘be careful,’ ‘wash your hands,’ etc. But suddenly the brain can’t hold those thoughts together with the old way that wants back out to play. I guess that is why I do understand the maskless party-goers. But the thing is the adult within tamps down on all that as you look around at those you love and know in your heart that you don’t want to be a part of making the ERs and medical teams demise as they might not be there when the loved one needs them. Our brains can hold all of that at one time. Maybe a toddler can’t. But adults can. (Sorry for the run-on rant.)
Anyway, it is getting late and I need to go rest my brain. And find something to read before going to sleep.
I hope you are all doing well. Take the time to yell into your pillow the frustration of being an adult and fluff that pillow and realize it is also a good place to dream
I remember watching Sunday Morning. Then the day is a blur of finishing two more scrubbies and one more scrubbing washcloths. I have listened to Outlander 7 (An Echo in the Bone). It may well be my favorite and I don’t want to stop. So this is me, checking in to say ‘Hi’ and hope you are all doing well.
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