August 11, 2004
It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's a...Actually, Yeah, It IS a Plane
From the comforting and quiet gray days at Pacific Beach to hot, bright sunshine and the high-flying maneuvers of My Boyz, the Blue Angels. On Sunday, we went to one of our local viewpoints, Volunteer Park, to see what we could see of the Angels, since Volunteer Park is not the best vantage point. For me, it was an opportunity to spend an hour feeling weak at the knees; for the Mysterious K, who likes Da Boyz but is too butch to admit if she goes weak at the knees, it was yet another photo-op. She did actually get some effective photos, including the two below. And she learned a valuable lesson: If Da Boyz fly right over your head at umpty-ump-obscenely-fast mph while you try to take a photograph, it is possible to lean too far over backwards.
You would think that the Blue Angels demonstration would have been the most exciting part of my week, but, no. The most exciting part of my week was going for my candygram mammygram and only frying one of the four slides. Woo-hoo!
Knitting Knews
Nothing new to add today, since I haven't knit in the last two days and have no photos, but I did want to say thank you to all the Dear Readers who helped me understand the cast off/decrease/right shoulder/left shoulder conundrum. What's frustrating is this isn't the first sweater I've ever knit, far from it, in fact, but every frickin' time I come to this point, my mind just goes on the fritz. Must be the same part of my brain that doesn't know which direction to turn when I reach an intersection.
Dyegarden Dyegest
Finally got around to washing and mordanting one of the skeins from Freddie the Alpaca, and am sorely disappointed in the results. So disappointed, in fact, that four days after I rinsed it, the skein is still languishing in the colander where I left it to drip-dry. I tried to be gentle and kind to Freddie throughout the process since I know heat and mordants can be torture on yarn, but the skein still metamorphosed from being cloud-like in its softness to to being stiff, sticky, and very un-Freddie-like. I'll go ahead and dye it, most likely with coreopsis, and see what I get but still, dagnab it, I say, dagnab it!
Hmmm, if you wash the Freddie yarn, will it return to its former glory??
Posted by: Lisa in Oregon on August 11, 2004 02:14 PMI'm afraid not, Lisa. I think Freddie is good and fried.
Posted by: Ryan on August 11, 2004 02:24 PMPardon the Texan (I don't speak French), but hot dayum. Those pics are awesome. Hope you and TMK spend lots of time together cuz I think I gonna stalk her too.....I mean, there's the woodworking, the gardening and now the pictures. Is there anything you two CAN'T do as a couple? Sheesh!
My sympathies for Freddie. I call tomorrow for a day of mourning. I will wear black in Freddie's honor. And I live in Texas and it's summertime so you know it's sincere. A moment of silence at 12pm Pacific. His death will not be in vain.
Hope everyone has a great day. ;o)
Posted by: Stalker Angie on August 11, 2004 05:31 PMOh, we do truly love the Blue Angels around here.
AND! Please to tell that darling Mysterious K that we have a new drill! Oh! My! God!
It has no cord. So you charge it up in the battery pack and you take it Anywhere. ANd it has a nice heft to it -- feels like it Means Business.
I am SO going to be hanging things up in the office it the maintenance people aren't in there THIS DAMN WEEK!!!!!
Oh, sorry, another little fit there...
Posted by: Anne on August 12, 2004 06:31 AMTrust me, Angie--there's puh-lenty we can't do. Perhaps I just don't write about the things that, er, don't go well. ;-)
Anne, yesterday I read your hoot of a blog entry about the catastrophe that is your new office. I am rooting for you and your new drill, girl! (Which, by the way, I envision you carrying everywhere just because you can: The supermarket, yard sales, class, PTA meetings, conferences, department meetings, on Sunday drives...)
Posted by: Ryan on August 12, 2004 08:58 AMOnly one slide outa four, eh? Nonetheless, honey, you need to be careful where you're pointing those Breasts of Fury. They appear to be armed, dangerous and out of control.
Posted by: Kit on August 12, 2004 11:49 AMSorry, Kit; I have no control over my Breasts of Fury. They just do what they wanna do and aim where they wanna aim so if, at the next Ferals, I'm standing and you're sitting and you zig and I zag, I promise to pay for the eye doctor's appointment.
Posted by: Ryan on August 12, 2004 12:13 PMAnne,
Go wave your new drill at the maintenance people. That should be enough to scare them into coming and hanging some cabinets on the walls before you do. Because once you start hanging cabinets, holes will be made, studs may be missed, drywall will be damaged...and, well, they'll have to spend more time fixing walls then it would have taken to just hang the darn shelves! ;-)
TMK
Posted by: The Mysterious K on August 12, 2004 05:01 PMI'll wear my safety glasses.
My mother says that every baby girl should be issued a power drill at birth. So next time the sweater isn't finished in time for the baby shower, just pop into the local hardware store and make a purchase.
Posted by: Kit on August 13, 2004 01:28 AMcool photos! and breasts of fury- i'm just glad i wasn't drinking at the time, or my keyboard would be fried.
Posted by: vanessa on August 13, 2004 05:42 AMY'know, I've heard Da Boyz go overhead a million times, but for some reason whenever they're buzzing the City, I'm either working or doing something equally as Inside. I've never seen them at play. Someday.... Fab photos.
Posted by: Rachael on August 13, 2004 06:28 AMthose pictures are awesome. thanks for sharing some of k's photo's they are pretty good! breasts of fury? snort. be thankful you have them to fry the slides.
Posted by: marti on August 13, 2004 11:18 AM