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One tink, two tink, three tink four
This is what I’m knitting for?
I have spent my day knitting and then tinking on this pair of socks.
I started out with a blue denim yarn for the heel. The dye was turning my fingers blue and it wasn’t very soft. I tried and tinked a couple of times but hated the yarn. So I tinked back to the bluish white acrylic yarn.
Finally, I chose this brownish, yet soft cotton yarn for the heel. I still made mistakes and had to tink again. I think it is finally coming together. But my arms, back, shoulders, and fingers are unhappy.
Here is the YouTube I’m following for this pair:
The Woman With the Cure by Lynn Cullen
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Have you ever wondered about the vaccines for polio? I remember lining up for shots in grade school. I think those were for smallpox, where they left a big scar by poking your arm repeatedly. Then we went to another school as a district to get sugar cubes. We had already gotten shot for polio, but I guess we needed the other one, too. What do I know? I was a kid.
This book was good as it gave me more of a history of the polio vaccines. We get to know the scientists. We meet the woman who might have had the most to do with this nearly sacred health benefit of baby boomers.
Hillary Huber (Narrator) made this story come to life. She played each character with distinction.
The author wrote a good story though it was full of duplication. The most annoying for this pianist was hearing Moonlight Sonata mentioned repeatedly. I don’t mind it as a piece. I love playing it, but there had to be other pieces of music you could have thrown into the story.
Overall, it was a good story to listen to.
Yay, despite the weirdness of life knitting happens.
On the other hand… I found Knitters’Pride Royale Circular Needles a pain to work with. This happened a lot:
Here’s a nearly finished pair of cotton socks on ChiaoGoo red-lace circulars. The cables stay out of the way.
By the way, is there anyone in the country that likes Daylight Savings Time?
Just needed something light. I’ll get back into routine soon.
Yay! Son and SO made it to my house! Finished his socks!
Here is the YouTube I followed loosely.
I used Knitters’Pride Royale Circular Needles 40″ size 6 (I think–I’m not in the same room as the needles right now.) The yarn was a bulky superwash wool. I think these turned out too big. But I think they’ll shrink. They will be warm slippers.
Oh, and I discovered a cool bind-off.
Just a quick personal note. Knitters’Pride Royale Circular Needles are harder for me to work with than ChiaoGoo red-lace circular needles.
I’m doing my best to be my usual positive self despite the mully grubs of reality.
Snow. Lots. Just not all at once. It gets to this level, melts and reflakes.
Meanwhile, my therapy of knitting keeps my hands moving while I process life, pets, and loved ones no longer with us.
My son and his girlfriend are traveling up. Snow or no snow. These socks are for them.
The reason for their scary mission is a memorial for my first dear sister in love. That’ll be Saturday in Portland. For my son it will be a 12 hour or more drive in much worse conditions than we have here. That’s how beloved Barb was/is for us.
I wanted to go. But my body is telling me that’s too long to be in a car. I used to handle long drives. But, especially being emotionally distraught from the losses of my furry friends, it seems far too much.
My older son is being picked up by the younger couple on the mission. I must admit to being very worried for all of them. As much as I would love to see my nieces and nephews, and sharing my condolences, I just can’t. I think I’ll write a letter or record my thoughts for them.
All of this plays on the huge housecleaning we need from our poor sickly Kali. We’ve done some but we are exhausted and can’t do as much as our younger selves could have accomplished.
One thing at a time. Doing what we can with what we’ve got. Sending and accepting love. Healthy mind and body.
This showed up in my creativity workbook today.
Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.–Joseph Campbell (page 150, It’s Never Too Late To Begin Again, Julia Cameron
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