Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky.
– The Creation of Ea
My friend LB made a bunch of knitted snowmen, and she gave me this one when I went to see her Thursday. She used yarn that has a thread of iridescence in it that gives it just the perfect little sparkle like snow (like the iridescent glitter I used on my snowflakes) — which doesn’t photograph at all well . . . .
The little snowman got me to thinking again about how a simple object of little intrinsic worth becomes an object of great value because of its history and how one came to acquire it. Its worth lies in its ability to evoke memories, of the time, the place and the giver. . . . It becomes a “souvenir” in the literal sense of the word, which is French for “remember.”
Sans segue, I remembered I had this little bamboo silverware tray (it’s too narrow for the silverware drawer in this house), and I had a brainwave — I put it on the little table I have by my computer to organize my knitting needles. It works a treat. I had a hard time getting to my double pointed needles before, but not now. They all go in that front bit quite nicely, as does my needle gauge. Win.
Here I make all these hats for other people, but I hadn’t made any for myself. Last year, I had made a ribbed cowl to fit up around my neck, which I fold in half and which fits like a turtle neck sweater without the sweater. I used it when I had to go out Friday, and it is tall enough that it will cover my mouth and ears no problem. I made it so long because you can also unfold it and bring one end of it up over your head. It fits my needs very well. I thought a toboggan to go with it out of the same Caron Simply Soft yarn would be just the thing, so on this chilly (41 F/ 5C) Crimmers Eve, I’m making one.
Late in my salad days (1986), when I first started doing medical transcription, we worked at the hospital in a little room off the medical records department. The lady I worked for, and who taught me transcription, used to get tickled at me for refering to “Christmas” as “Crimmers.” I was more draw-y and cartoon-y then than I am now, and I drew her this little thing below one Crimmers. (I didn’t know until about 20 years later that she had not only kept it all these years, but had had it very nicely framed.) The sentiment still holds up well, I think, even now in these dark days. . .
“Those who wonder if the glass is half empty or half full miss the point. The glass is refillable.”
“Brace yourself. The full moon is coming.”
“English is weird,
but it can be understood through tough, thorough thought, though.”
“Bookmarks are for quitters.”
“The most dangerous animal in the world is a silent, smiling woman.”
“My two favorite teams are Chicago, and anyone who beats Baltimore.”
“People think I’m crazy for talking to animals. Should I ignore their questions?”
“BOY, n. 1. noise with dirt on it.”
“I thought growing old would take longer. ”
Unless you multiply yourself by the speed of light . . . then you energy.”
(If this isn’t a Neil deGrasse Tyson quote, it ought to be.)
“Most computer problems are caused by a faulty connection between the chair and the keyboard.”
“Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup. ”
“Never trust an atom. They make up everything.”
“iTired. There’s a nap for that.”
“‘Earth’ without Art is just ‘Eh.'”
“The only thing we have to fear is Fear itself . . . and spiders.”
*As gleaned from an unsolicited Signals catalog.
“The land that lies between ‘Factual’ and ‘True’ is the undiscovered country wherein tales are found. One of the most delightful discoveries one can make in this uncharted land is that a story does not have to be factual to be true.” thus sayeth WOL.
I need a sign that says, “Let Sleeping Dust Lie.”
OK. So off to this morning’s adventure in dentistry wherein I had to get up at ridiculous o’clock because I had forgotten to get any Ensure or acetaminophen 500 mg tablets, because instead of grocery shopping Sunday morning as I had planned, instead, I drove my mom to the ER because she got waylaid by the norovirus du jour currently making the rounds, had had most of the usual symptoms for four days (mercifully no vomiting), and she and I were both concerned that she was getting dehydrated. Four Cotton-Picking Hours Later we had a brief glimpse of a doctor who told us these “stomach bugs” are usually self limiting, that for electrolyte replacement, she should have been drinking Pedialyte instead of Gatorade (which is loaded with sugar and only aggravates the diarrhea — which I could have told her without making her wait for four hours). Totally derailed both our plans for Sunday. I ended up not going shopping until Monday morning and had to wade through large crowds (including screaming preschool age children) to do so.
Anyway, I had to stop off at Walmart to get Ensure and acetaminophen on my way to my 9 o’clock dentist appointment, and then on my way home had to stop off at Walgreen’s to get $23 worth of antibiotics.
As I mentioned in other posts, after I got that lower molar ‘extracted’, the hole it left was bone grafted. The graft “took,” and this morning I had the post for the tooth implant put in, which required that the gum be incised so that he could get to the bone, and then stitched back up afterward. I’m supposed to baby the area and watch what I eat. Naturally, since I can’t have them, I’m craving these really crunchy crackers I like. This time, unlike when he “extracted” the tooth (read: drill out the root canal part of the tooth to get it out), his nitrous oxide dohickey was working, so I wandered off to the ozone listening to Kevin Kendle’s “Journey to Atlantis” and didn’t much mind that he was drilling a peg into my jawbone.
Of course, immediately I got home, I popped an antibiotic capsule and two 500 mg acetaminophen, and knocked back an Ensure high protein formula, and did what anybody would do — I took a nap. The key to pain control is to take pain meds before you need them, so by the time the numbing wore off I had enough acetaminophen on board that when I laid me down to nap, I was comfortable enough to sleep for four hours.
In the meantime, the knitting fairie struck and I had two little outfits to give to the dentist’ s receptionist, who is due in November. There were a couple of minor blips in that process, however; one was that I had to rewrite the hat pattern to be knitted in the round.
There are some people who hate knitting on double pointed needles so much that they will knit a hat flat and then sew it up. And then there are people like me who are unfazed by double pointed needles, but hate to sew knitting.
It seems that there is this whole school of thought that approaches knitting from a sewing standpoint. In sewing you cut out pieces of cloth and then sew them together to make a garment, so they write knitting patterns like sewing patterns. You knit the garment in pieces and then sew the pieces together. No, thank you. I would much rather work out a way to knit the garment as a single seamless piece.
The other blip was that I made a boo-boo in the little pink sweater and didn’t catch it until I was about three inches beyond it. For about 20 stitches on this one row, I purled where I should have knitted. Even though this little sweater was knitted flat, I was using double pointed circular needles. That made it easier to fix.
Allow me to digress into technicalities. Some people would have ripped the whole thing out back to the mistake and reknitted everything, which would have entailed a lot of time, work, pejoratives and scatological language. I just ripped out the bit that needed fixing and reknitted just those stitches.
Let me show you what I mean. Recently I made a booboo in a hat I was working on, and k1, p1, when i should have p1, k1. it was only 8 stitches, but I had knitted about 4 inches beyond the mistake before I caught it. Rather than rip out all that work,
I just ripped out those stitches that I messed up — ALL the way back to the mistake. You can see how far I would have had to rip out, if I had ripped the whole thing back to where I flubbed up. Instead, this way, I just had to reknit 8 stitches for four inches rather than 90 stitches for four inches.
I got out my trusty straight double pointed needles in the same size as the 16-inch circular double pointed needles I was using to knit the hat. (I have a set of double pointed needles in each size that I have 16-inch circular needles, for doing the decrease to close up the top of the hat.)
I picked up the stitches on a double pointed needle. Ripping out just those stitches leaves a “ladder” of threads, one thread per row. I then use a second double pointed needle to knit each “ladder rung” of thread across the 8 stitches I need to fix, being careful to take the rungs in order working my way back up, rung by rung.
Because the needles have a point at each end, when I got to the end of one row, I just went back to the right end of the needle and started on the next row. And with a little bit of patience and attention, there’s the goof all fixed! This is one of my Toboggans with the internal ribbing on the hem. The white bit at the bottom is the cotton yarn I used for the provisional cast on. This whole little episode speaks to something I do not always do, which is stop frequently and check over the work to catch any errors before I get too far past them. If I hadn’t caught that error before I’d turned the hem, I would have had to rip out clear past the hem, and it would truly have been a big, loud PITA.
In other knitting news, I finished the twisted cable hat. I like the way it turned out. I need to post it and the rewritten baby hat pattern on my knitting blog. But not today. I think I hear some chicken noodle soup calling my name. . . and I need to take my antibiotic dose and a couple of acetaminophen with something in my tum.