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I’m still slowly recovering from the out-of-the-blue leak. The world is still not all back together, though, and I’m debating about going on a cleaning bender and having it all to do again in three months when they put in the new windows. . . the thought makes me tired.  I’m about to decide I’m not going to bother because the major disruption that will be having new windows installed, all in one day no less, is going to be such a big, fat, major disruption, what with having to moving furniture and all, that the major cleaning can wait until all the furniture has to be moved anyway

This has been a very watery apartment: Root infested sewer lines that make toilet overflow, stuck float valve in the toilet of the apartment above that soaked both bathrooms and nearly soaked both bedrooms, and now this random act of the universe that put a leak in a pipe inside a wall and flooded the floors.

Signal boosting this comic.  There are still radio stations, of course, but it makes me think interesting things about somebody with a server full of music and an internet connection and internet radio. . .

We went on our trip and the trip part of it was good.  They were mostly people my mom knew, and there was the usual disconnect between the middle of the road 4/4 white bread drumbeat they marched to, and the world beat I’ve been dancing to a long time.  It was also a little like herding cats.  I went along for the ride and it was interesting.

We sat on the runway for an hour in Dallas because of a big lump of bad weather between us and Georgia and planes being routed around it and the need for maintaining flight intervals, but we finally got there.

Guess what?  The coast is HUMID!  Savannah was having the kind of weather where the air is too warm, too humid, and too motionless.  We rode trolleys and saw places where history happened, and there was that familiar surreality of trying to imagine what it must have been like to live in all those historic houses when they weren’t historic yet, or museums.

The steroid burst helped my mom’s leg, but she still did the stair-step two-step.  I always went up behind her as much for safety’s sake, as I did because it gave me a chance to rest between stair steps.  Needless to say, we here in the flatlands are not used to the kind of of humidity they have out there — when we get 50% humidity here, we’re smothering.  It was around 80% to 90% out there, and Savannah, particularly, was a like steam bath. Both Savannah and Charleston are not only on the coast but next to rivers.

I’ve got to make some decisions before I do my post on the trip, though.  I’m about to use up my free picture storage allotment on WordPress, so I’ve got to curtail my blog in some way in order to avoid having to pay for extra storage space. I think what I’ll do is make an archive blog in WordPress and move all the Blogger posts to it, and then delete them from this blog.

The Thursday after we got back, I was sitting at the computer, and all of a sudden, I had no internet. I reached for the phone to call Suddenlink, and had no dial tone.  I went to turn the TV on and had no cable.  I called Suddenlink on my cellphone and they could not find anything wrong at their end, so they sent a technician out bright and early Friday morning.  He went out to where the cable comes into the building, pootled about and discovered that I had been disconnected by mistake.  Turns out there was a disconnect notice for apartment 7, but whoever came out to do it disconnected mine by mistake.  It appears my cable connection was labeled with smeary ink, and whoever it was misread my “1” as a “7.”  My cable connection has now been relabeled.  I was remarkably civil about the whole thing, however, as no water was involved.

While we were on our trip, on the Sunday morning when we went out to Tybee Island, one of the ladies on the tour wore a square printed cotton scarf that had woven tape edge trim and tassels on each corner.  She folded it in half diagonally with the point in front, and crossed the ends behind her neck and dangled them to the front.  I liked the scarf and liked the look and immediately decided to work out how to knit a square scarf from the center out that could be worn in a similar fashion.

2016_05_20-02On my first attempt, I decided to knit a stockinette square 9 stitches x 9 rows, where you would pick up stitches down the side, across the bottom and up the other side for a total of 36 stitches (9 stitches on a side x 4 sides), and then continue knitting from there.  This part worked exactly how I thought it would.

Now, in order to knit a square from the center outward and have it lie flat, you must increase by 8 stitches every two rows.  Usually this works out to doing the increases all on the same row (two stitches at each corner) alternating with a row that has no increases.  However, if you do that, you’ve got to keep track of the rows.  My first attempt (above left) increased one stitch at every corner on every row.  It was an interesting effect, and will become Spinning Squares Scarf when I publish the pattern, but it was not the look I was shooting for.

IMG_0001On my second attempt (at right), I took the tack of beginning with a 4-stitch x 4 row square, and increasing 8 stitches (two at each corner) on a knit row, and then doing K1, p1, on the next row as a way of differentiating the rows so it would be obvious what row I was on.  This produced an interesting pebbly effect.  I tried to find out what this stitch is called but have not found anything that is an exact match.  I think it’s a variant of moss stitch, but the pattern is complicated by the fact that you’ve done a kfb at the beginning and end of each quarter on the knit row, and that shifts things on the k1, p1 row.

IMG_0005Whatever the stitch is called, I liked the effect, though, and I wrote a shawl pattern and a headscarf pattern based on it.  I’ve called them “Cobblestone Pie.”* I’ve been working on the head scarf for two days now and I have knitted 20 inches of the 22-inch width of the scarf.  I’m making the scarf on a set of US10 (6.0 mm) straight knitting needles.  I have several pairs of “long 10’s” as it happens, and just now, I noticed that the pair I’m using consists of a green needle and a blue needle.  Oddly enough, I have another pair just like them.

 

There is an A. A. Milne poem in one of the Pooh books called “Cottleston Pie.”  I chose the name “Cobblestone Pie” as a backhand allusion to the poem.

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