31 December 2007

WIP monday

Knitmoka gave me this lovely sock yarn for the new year. I took it right down to the yarn shop and learned how to use the complicated ball-winder at last. To alleviate some of the look-how-small-that-yarn-is jitters, I also bought some of the fattest yarn I have ever seen -- I balled it by hand last night, and the thing is nearly as big as my head!

I made some little fabric play blocks for a baby in the wings, and I am still working on butterfly PJs for my elder niece. I hope to get a lot done on those tomorrow -- I had to stop working on them until I fetched some interfacing and pregathered trim.
It feels like I've been busy with crafts, but I don't seem to have a lot to show for it. I guess these days I am just considering myself lucky to be the only person I know not to have gotten a cold (yet).

dollars and cents

In my daily life, I collect all the discarded money I reasonably can. Pennies mostly, of course, usually on the sidewalk, at the a store checkout counte, the airport floor. When I was 16, I started collecting the pennies in memory of my late grandmother --- a sort of teenaged idea of being profound. In fond childhood memories, she had helped me with my math skills by rewarding successful rounds of flashcards with pennies (nickels for the harder ones). The habit stuck into adulthood, and about four years ago, I decided to keep track of my annual haul by keeping all of the coins I found (and rarely folding money) in a change bowl separate from the regular change bowl, and then count it up at the end of the year. I have developed quite a game at it -- setting rules and guidelines. My friend Matt plays along now, and we have even come to have moral discussions about the pennies (afterall, what would your mother do?). I admit, I get a little obsessive about it from time to time -- I find myself scanning the floor at the grocery store, nearly to the point of being rude to those around me. Not to mention that I probably look mighty suspicious to the guy watching security camera footage.

My first year, I collected something like three dollars, and then six the next year. Last year, I believe I had something like ten dollars. This year though, I found forty dollars in a crosswalk on my birthday, which brings my final collection* to (drum roll, please)......$50.37
Happy New Year!!
* One of the rules is that I don't have to place the exact coinage that I find into the annual haul bowl (i.e.: if I find a dime, I can put ten pennies from my regular change bowl into the annual haul bowl), so providing a breakdown of the coins spread before me on the floor as I write this wouldn't be accurate, but I will say that this figure includes a ten Euro cent piece (and applying the current exchange rate of 1 EUR = 1.45964 USD), no Canadian coins (surprising, considering where I live), and it does not include the two novelty stretched pennies I found (one bearing the likeness of a sea otter from the Oregon Coast Aquarium, the other with the ten commandments in teeny tiny letters).

25 December 2007

winter holiday: part 3

Eric and myself at Fort Point, San Francisco
While we were in the bay area, we visited old friends, saw A Tuna Christmas (a silly play where two guys play all 20-odd parts, it is, it is), walked all over San Francisco, saw more friends, and went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I've always liked the aquarium, but I do believe that it just gets better and better. Jellies, Mola mola (aka: Sunfish), a great white shark and hammerheads, flounder, bat rays, decorator crabs (love those guys), snowy plovers and of course, the sea otters! Then the long drive back to Seattle, via Shasta Lake City, where we stayed overnight with friends. I am sad that I forgot to take pictures of all of these friends I just mentioned.... oh well.

The Golden Gate Bridge was feeling especially photogenic on Friday, and I took full advantage...

Jellies and Mola mola at Monterey Bay Aquarium
Part of our mission this trip was to haul back to Seattle some furniture that my parents acquired in Maryland: a bench, an area rug and a dresser. The latter two fit into the car, but the bench had to go on top of the car, wrapped in a pair of big black garbage bags. Inside the bags, supported by the upsidedown bench, we also nestled some boxes with dishes and towels. With those boxes at one end of the bench, and the bags taped securely all over, the load resembled a blocky human figure: torso, legs and feet. We saw more than one smiling face in a passing car window, apparently amused with our load. The bench now resides in our mud/sun room (depending on what season it is), the dresser will go in our second bedroom, which we are furnishing into a guest room, and the area rug is in the living room, already replete with white Finn hair (and black too, I suppose, though you can't see that).

Eric is working today, and Finn has been asleep nearly all day, finally on his own, after eleven days sharing the canine spotlight with at least one other dog. So after a five-mile sunrise walk, I've been cleaning the house, restocking the fridge and writing thank you cards, while it snowed for several hours.

I hope you and your family are happy and warm this holiday season -- and my best wishes to you in the new year!

22 December 2007

winter holiday: the soundtrack

Characters: Three dogs, Finn, Maggie and Lucky. One person, name irrelevant.
Setting: the kitchen.

Person: Finn. Lucky. Maggie. Sit. Lucky. Maggie. Sit. Finn. Sit. Maggie. Sit. Lucky. Sit. Sit. Siiit. Finn. Maggie. Maggie. Maggie. Lucky. Sit. Sit. Finn. Sit. Maggie. Sit. Maggie. Lucky. Lucky. Sit. Finn. Sit. Finn. Finn. Lucky. Maggie. Sit. Siiit. No, I said Maggie. Maggie, Sit. Sit. Sit. Maggie. Finn. Lucky. Sit

Finn: Bark!

Person: <groans> No!

Maggie, Lucky & Finn: Barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark
barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark
barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark
barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark
barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark
barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark!

Person: Dogs! Dogs! Dogs! Maggie! Lucky! Finn! Maggie. Sit. Finn. Lucky. Maggie. Sit. Maggie. Maggie. Lucky. Sit.

20 December 2007

winter holiday: part 2

We left Seattle on Friday night: I had packed up the car much later than I'd planned, because the clothes dryer developed a lint clog and wouldn't dry the laundry in the anticipated timeframe. So in the dark and the rain, I packed up Finn's crate, our luggage, gifts and dog food, headed south to pick up Eric from work, and we headed out from there. I drove us from Seattle past Portland to Wilsonville, where we stayed the night. Finn was quite funny running around the room crouched low to the floor and sniffing everything.

Eric did his homework earlier and the week and had indentified off-leash parks for us to run Finn around in Wilsonville and Roseburg in Oregon, and Redding and Sacramento in California. The dog park in Wilsonville is a work in progress and was covered in mud -- not just wet soil, but that kind of mud that cakes and creates little snowshoes around your feet. Slippery and really fun to watch the dog slide around in. It was a good thing we brought an extra towel for Finn.

The rest of the trip was largely uneventful, except that we found that Finn--who otherwise seems to have gotten over his carsickness--really hates windy roads. I-5 over the Siskiyous had him panting and shaking, but not actually sick, fortunately. We pulled over in Hilt, California, to let Finn walk off his queasiness, but as soon as we hit the road again, Eric discovered three deer ticks on Finn, and one on himself. So we pulled off at the next exit for a tick check. None found this time, but in Redding, we picked up a flea comb, a concoction designed to calm the dog down, and some extra treats.

We drove through Sacramento (and nearly vomited at all of the new development in the north end, where we used to live), and veered to the east, towards the Sierra foothills. We travelled the historic Highway 49 through the foothills, then highway 4 to Arnold, our final destination, after some 14 hours on the road.

We rolled in late, but Zoe was waiting for us the next morning. She loved her new sushi pants!
A nice relaxing weekend was had by all... games of multiple solitaire, Booby Trap (below) and play with the baby....


Family tradition is to have dungeoness crab for christmas dinner, after which we opened gifts and generally sat around, fat and happy.

We headed for the bay area on Tuesday so Zoe and her parents could catch the red-eye to Boston. But first, Eric and Finn and I headed uphill to catch some serious snow time... It was Finn's first time bounding through more than the occassional three inches we get in Seattle...

He loved it. Can you tell?

winter holiday: part 1

I know you're supposed to love all of your Christmas gifts equally, but I am especially enamored of this one from my sister:


BlarneyYarn is the yarn shop of a friend of my sister's. She handdyed this yarn according to my sister's specificiations, just for me! And there's some roving (wool that's just waiting to become yarn) and a drop spindle -- the trials and tribulations of my learning how to use it will no doubt provide much blog fodder. I can't wait!

09 December 2007

WIP Monday

The term paper is nearly done! Fill in a few blanks, get my references in order, add a photograph here, a map of Golden Gate Park there, and voila! A term paper! I think it's pretty good, too! Now to study for the exam....

But since you can't just work on a term paper all weekend, I finished this scarf yesterday....




And not a moment too soon, because it is going to be chilly today!



And as is usual for this time of year, the crafting table is a pig sty....

tiny success!

When I finally got the tiny pants to have a right leg and a left leg (who knew knickers were so complicated?), I was so thrilled, I do what everyone does to celebrate: I put the tiny pants on the dog....

04 December 2007

wish list

I thought I was going to ask for nothing this holiday season.... I'm not sure how long I thought that would last.

so if anyone has $50 burning a hole in their pocket, I found something I want.....

03 December 2007

WIP monday

The weekend was a good craft weekend for me. I worked on the tiny pants for tiny people (for the two daughters of a friend)....

these tiny pants are nearly done....


and this was a pair of tiny pants, but had to be disassembled and restarted....


winter solstice cards are in production....


and of course, the term paper....

rain day

My office building was evacuated this morning due to the storm we're in. What's more, I have a carpoolmate who works in the call center of an area energy provider. She had been expecting to work late tonight due to the storm, but that building was evacuated too! So don't expect a prompt answer when you call to report an outage tonight!

I am always torn on what to do when I end up at home due to weather conditions (snow , ice and and wind storms in both Portland and Seattle). I didn't have time to prepare any work to bring home, which would have been my normal plan, so here I am, lunched (on the aforementioned leftover stuffing) and with a mug of tea, tempted to curl up with a book or some knitting.... but my term paper isn't exactly writing itself, either.



here are a couple of photos from Northwest Cable News website of flooding near my office...


totem lake area near kirkland, no photo credit, collected from nwcn.com


woodinville flooding, photo by Bob Brothers, collected from nwcn.com

ps: what did I end up doing with my free afternoon? I fell into a vortex of unlabelled photos on my computer. they're all labelled now, though not any more organized. I thought I'd been at it for just 30 minutes or so when Eric came home...

02 December 2007

stitch 'n' botch

d'oh! instead of a right leg and a left leg, my tiny pants featured a front leg and a back leg....

stormy weather

Don't know why, there's no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather, since my man and I ain't together
Keeps raining all the time

I'm not nearly as sad as the song implies -- I just thought it was fitting since it has been raining and snowing all weekend (we saw about three inches at our house yesterday), and Eric did work all weekend, so I really didn't see him much.

But I made the most of it. On Saturday, I worked on some tiny pants for tiny people, and when I realized that I had screwed one one pair up royally, I decided to remove myself from the vicinity of the sewing machine and the window it sits next to and hole up in the library for awhile to work on my term paper (whose deadline was generously postponed by a week).

Between the library and going home to get ready for the events of the next paragraph, I stopped at the fabric store for some braided elastic. The fabric store is located in a local strip mall in a busy retail district. The strip mall building is two stories, with stores on both stories. As I was walking up to the doors of the fabric store, I was hit by a snowball thrown from the second story, square on my uncovered neck. Very annoyed and quite ticked off, I cursed under my breath, and quickly resolved to not give any acknowledgement at all. I figured it was some pre-teen or teen aged kid, either seeking, or at least expecting, some sort of response, and I'll be damned if they were going to get that from me. I warned a couple of shoppers inside the store of the overhead pest as I scooped slushy snow out of my collar. Not horribly upset, I was nonetheless cheered when I crossed paths with a friend from work before I left the store.

Come evening, it was time to go see Stuart McLean and the Vinyl Cafe (often called the Canadian Prairie Home Companion [but better, in my opinion]). I met Eric downtown in the freezing slushy dark (they opened they show: "well, this is the type of weather you get when a bunch of Canadians come into town!"). The music was fine (especially the piano solo--the type where an extremely talented pianist blends about thirty well-known pieces into a ten minute frenetic piece. I love those), but for me, the Vinyl Cafe has always been about the story telling, and Mr McLean did not disappoint! He's a bit jumpier than I had imagined though....

Sunday was largely a repeat of Saturday (working on those same tiny pants, except here all the work was to be done with the seam ripper instead of the sewing machine. I settled onto the couch with my book on CD from the library (Atonement by Ian McEwan) and my coffee. Seems ripped, but not wanting to stop listening to the CD, I got started on the Winter Solstice cards. I got the prototype finalized and got some of the pieces put together before I was distracted into making other sorts of cards (sympathy, birthday, thank yous and blank notecards). During that activity, I concluded that I am going to hang up card making. I have been considering this for years -- between jewelry making (beading and metalwork), quilting/sewing and knitting, and oh yeah, non-craft activities, cardmaking might just be one too many hobbies. For about a year, I have planned to dedicate a weekend to a massive card making marathon, using up all of the supplies I already have, developing a huge backlog of cards, and then finding a good home for the remaining supplies (rubber stamps, mostly, but also papers, stamp pads, an embossing tool, scissors, and various ephemera). I still think that would be a grand idea, but in one year, I haven't found one weekend in which to actually do it, so I am beginning to wonder if it wouldn't be better to just hand all the stuff over to someone else now and be done with it? Anyone need a shoebox full of rubber stamps?

The other thing of note that I did today was that I cooked a pared down Thanksgiving dinner on a whim. Delicious as our Thanksgiving dinner was, I know Eric loves the traditional turkey, dressing, cranberry relish, potatoes, green beans and pumkin pie dinner. Though I'd gone to the store for only a few things, I left with the makings for a two-person feast. I substituted cornish game hens for an actual turkey, made Grand Central Bakery dressing, cranberry relish with orange, green beans almondine and two pumpkin pies. We will not discuss how I was a little miffed when Eric came home, immediately praised how good the house smelled (I had told him that I was making him a special dinner), and upon being introduced to each of the dishes, asked "where are the mashed potatoes?" Besides, it was all quite good, and for once in Thanksgiving dinner history, there is leftover dressing instead of leftover white meat, which is a much preferable situation in my book.

28 November 2007

WIP Wednesday

I usually remember to post WIP on Mondays, but execution is a different thing entirely...

I made a little something for Zoe, but incase she's perusing the blog, I have to just give a hint...


I agonized a little over making Winter Solstice cards this year, what with the "waste" of paper and all, but I decided to go for it anyway. Recycle your cards, everyone!


I got two more huge log cabin blocks done...


and I've finally found some fabric for the artsy quilt, which I also now have a plan for...

22 November 2007

I am thankful for...

...Eric. I am thankful for having Eric in my life, and for the opportunity to share every day with him. He is all I could ever dream of in a partner, and I love him with all of my heart.

Eric and I had thanksgiving dinner at the Spiral Farm with Frank heading up the cooking with a menu of Indian food, and Matte deep frying a farm raised turkey. Company was enjoyed, nearly full moon on a cloudless evening was admired and we went home stuffed and happy.

turkey a-fryin'....


two pages of Indian recipies!


baby naan....


and by the time we headed home, it was pretty chilly out....

18 November 2007

all gone!....continued

What, you're not satisfied with a shot of my amputated braid? You want to know what my remaining hairs look like? Alright, here you go....

17 November 2007

all gone!


I did it! The ponytail is off to Locks of Love, and I am experimenting with orange peel sculpting goo... My head is finally free!

14 November 2007

Irvine: day 2

I drove out to Ridgecrest yesterday -- a region of California that I am not at all familiar with. It was nice driving, good weather and there was a quilt shop at the end of it. On my way, I stopped at the Victorville Starbucks, ordered a drip coffee and selected a vegetable and pesto dip snack. As I approached the register, the woman standing behind it was beating on the computer with her index finger, explaining that they'd been having computer system failures all morning. Since she couldn't ring up my order, she just gave it to me, "on the house". I offered to wait for a few minutes to see if the computer came back online, and I did, but it didn't. So she shooed me out the door, off with my free coffee and veggies.

When I passed through Victorville on the return trip, the sky was looking lovely as the sunset was fading....

11 November 2007

WIP monday, or Socktoberfest: What the @%#$ was I thinking?!?

Now, I had no -- not even one -- delusion about actually finishing one sock, let alone a pair of socks during Socktoberfest, but I guess I would have at least liked to have been a little deeper into my preparation-for-sock-knitting project: the baby hat on double pointed needles (dpns). I have pulled it out thrice now, as I seem to have an uncanny ability to put the project down, come back to it and start again, this time knitting inside out and/or backwards.... I think I have finally devised a system to get that part right, but now I am not sure that dpns and I are meant to be in the same room together (or, as I am increasingly finding, in the same airplane together). I'll be knitting along on the one needle, coming up to the second one, taking a quick peek around at the rest of the project, only to find that the second needle has lost three stitches in the form of three tiny, fragile loops hanging between the second and third needles. I put my blunt fingers to work trying to rescue the loops, and this time it worked, but I don't hold out much hope for next time.... I may just stuff it all back into the bag and go back to knitting scarves on regular needles with lovely little stoppers on the ends. I love scarves. I could really get into scarves. Working in only two dimensions could be theraputic.

All of this raises the question: am I absolutely certain that socks can't be quilted?

Irvine: day 1

Have I ever mentioned that my niece Zoe is the cutest thing to grace the face of this earth? Well, now I have.

After a beautiful flight (see Mt Rainier and Lake Shasta, below), I arrived in Irvine for a quickie at the office this week. They never have to ask me twice, since Zoe lives right down the street.

mount rainier, from my window view....



lake shasta, though I tell you that the colors were much more vibrant to my eye...


Emily and I had a lovely afternoon, dining on lox on bagels on the patio (overcast, but warm enough for short sleeves) and then a walk through the Irvine Regional Park (note: the zoo closes at 3:45 every day). Zoe walked and walked (with help). Back at their house, I made a little movie of her walking (and through my cinematographic genius, the subplot is revealed as Lucky the dog yawns)....



I love visiting these guys. After Zoe finishes cleaning the floor and retires, Miles and Emily and I have wine and Thai food and intelligently silly conversations.

06 November 2007

WIP wednesday

Between writing an essay for class (on which I earned a 3.93 out of 4 and a "bravo!" from the TA) and studying for the midterm exam (Villa Almerico-Capra was built between 1566 and 1591 was designed by A. Palladio as a farming villa in Vicenza, Italy), I haven't gotten much done in the way of crafties. But I do have this necklace, which I just love, but am not sure if the pendant is too weighty/massive for the piece. What do you think?

nevermind that it has no clasp yet -- it (a silver square toggle clasp) is coming.


(natural light on a rainy day makes for a cloudy photo, but I think you get the idea)

google earthiness

Happy day! My Three Hole Point photo was selected to be included in the upcoming version of Google Earth.

31 October 2007

Corporate Executive Witch

So I got to thinking.... what would happen if the traditional witch went mainstream corporate?

Well, even with EEO policies, she'd probably have to do something about that green skin -- turns out those tanning bed shops you see in every strip mall do wonders on green skin. Also, she'd need a sleek new wardrobe -- no more tatty robes or striped stockings. And the hat and wild hair would have to go. Trade in the broom stick for a carpool, and voila! The Corporate Witch!


Andrea
Corporate Executive Witch
Toyle & Truble and Associates
Andrea@bubblebubble.hex

24 October 2007

alice

This is a photo of my paternal grandmother, Alice on her wedding day, May 4, 1932. I remember her so fondly—I wish I could have known her when I was older, so I could better appreciate her life and to ask her the questions that it seems my family doesn’t really know the answers to, like how she met and came to marry my grandfather.


Thanks to Christine, for the inspiration for this post!

WIP Wednesday

Embarrassingly little, since I had two cross-country flights to spend knitting. It took me entirely too long to get the baby hat started again since I didn't have Eric to help me get started with the double pointed needles again. I finally got it underway on the way to Boston, and worked on it a little on they way back, but I just wasn’t in a knitting mood after we got in the air.

Huge Log Cabin blocks go together fast, but also get left alone quite a bit, so not lots of progress there, but I should still be able to present it by the holidays (assuming I can find a longarm quilter who’s available—hmmm, better start making some phone calls).

Boston: days 3 and 4

Work. After all, my employer did foot the bill for my trip.

After work on Monday, I joined some of the office folks for drinks and dinner, both at a couple of very fine places, including the Langham Boston Hotel which used to be the Federal Reserve Bank, built in 1922 . Very posh.

Over five hours, the longest conversation that didn’t have to do with work was a four minute discourse about cats. It was as if these folks didn’t realize it was Monday and that we’d be right back at the office the next day.

And my airplane karma seems to have come to an end. My boss and sponsor of my Boston trip (being a jewel-encrusted-frequent-first-class-flier herself) had given me a free upgrade coupon before we left Seattle. Since I had already checked in for the outbound flight, when she gave it to me, I called the airline and requested the upgrade for the return trip. No sweat, they told me, there’s availability and you’re in. Just bring that coupon with you. But this morning while I was packing, I called to double check and they said no, the first class section on this flight has been booked since the beginning of time, and my name wasn’t on the guest list. I had held out a little hope that the woman on the phone had made a mistake or that the middle-aged man in the grey suit would be caught in traffic and miss the flight. But alas, I’m writing this among the hoi polloi in coach. I guess that’s really why I got the first class upgrade on Saturday—they just never bothered to collect the coupon.

Boston: day 2

We walked and walked and walked on Sunday. Beautiful weather again, we headed into Boston again for historic sightseeing, shopping and eating. We started off with a stop in Cambridge to visit America’s oldest university, Harvard. I had hoped to feel smarter just by walking around, but it didn’t work. We then headed over to the Head of the Charles Regatta to watch the lean rowers zip through the water.

Harvard Library....

Head of the Charles Regatta....


Then into Boston where we walked through Boston Common and Boston Public Garden before reaching the beginning of the Freedom Trail, an interpretive trail that highlights the historic points of Boston. For about $30, you can have a guy in a three-cornered hat, coattails and buckle shoes guide you (and 40 of your closest friends) while he plays his tin whistle and yells “Oy-yay, oy-yay, oy-yay!” We skipped that but we saw Nathaniel Hall, Boston’s Civil War Memorial, Paul Revere’s house, Old South Church (where Benjamin Franklin was baptized. We also saw the Old North Church (say it with me—one if by land, and two if by sea…). There are statues of dead patriots everywhere you turn, as well as two graveyards full of the dead patriots themselves. On our way to dinner, we passed the harbor, site of the Boston Tea Party.

The famous steeple of the Old North Church....

Karen and I (with a pair of swans) at Boston Public Garden...


When we weren’t walking, we were eating. Crepes for breakfast, tea and scones around noon, tapas to die for around three, and dinner at a fabulous Italian restaurant in North End at six. We dined with Karen’s boyfriend Mike, who is a fanatical and superstitious Red Sox fan (this is not an exceptional distinction in Boston, mind you), and who insisted on getting back to his apartment to watch the game from a certain spot on the couch, while wearing the same clothes he wore the previous day, which included a specific sock that bore red magic marker meant to emulate Curt Schilling’s blood. To quote Crash Davis in Bull Durham, you never fuck with a winning streak.

sangria and tapas for lunch!

Boston: day 2

After an uneventful flight, I was greeted in Boston by clear skies and 68 degrees. I collected my bag and got my phone out to call Karen to arrange the curbside pick-up. As I was looking around me for landmarks to describe my location to her, I vaguely noticed a family of four waving frantically, presumably at another family member nearby. It took me several moments to realize that they were waving frantically at me—Karen was at the curb right in front of me (also waving frantically). Silly me.

She drove us back to her place in Somerville so I could freshen up before we headed out for dinner. We ate at an Indian restaurant in Davis Square, the quaint, casual commercial area near Karen’s place. It was warm and there was excitement in the air—the Boston Red Sox were about to start playing Game 6 of the ALCS at Fenway Park. I happened to be wearing a red shirt and felt rather in the spirit myself. After dinner, we headed into Boston for a wander and a beer at Union Oyster House (est. 1826). We watched the end of the game there and then called it a night.

22 October 2007

Boston: the flight

I checked into my flight online about 23 hours and 57 minutes before my flight was scheduled to depart. Printed my boarding pass and considered myself good to go.

Next morning, Eric drove me to the airport and I checked my bag. The woman at the ticket counter gave me a new boarding pass, but it was so darn early, I didn’t think anything of it except to check the gate number. Passed through security, found coffee, found a bagel, and parked it on a bench at the gate. I was waiting patiently to board the plane – after the super-elite-platinum-jewel-encrusted-frequent-fliers – and to double check my assigned coach-class row (which I thought was either 12 or 17), only to look – really look – at my newly issued boarding pass and to find that it read “Seat 1C”. Wait. Isn’t that first class?

Perplexed, I walked over to the podium, pointed at my seat assignment and mumbled something about having a new boarding pass, and the gate attendant said "oh! you're in first class -- right this way!". Once seated, I hesitated to buckle my seatbelt, convinced that there had been a mistake and that a man in a grey suit with greying temples was going to approach me and inform me that I was sitting in his seat. When they closed the door, I knew I was stuck. I had a choice of breakfast entrĂ©es (I had the Quiche Lorraine), and a flight attendant asking me she could get me a beverage upon takeoff. I blinked at her and quietly said “orange juice?” Seated in the very first row, I had a good view of the galley, and all of the alcohol that was served to the other first class folks – good lord, those people drank a lot, given that it was 9am!

The plane taxied out to the tarmac, and sat for a bit before the captain came over the PA system and informed us that a light had come on in the cockpit that shouldn’t be on, and that they had to get it checked out before we could take off. The passengers groaned collectively while I wondered why they couldn’t just put a piece of electrical tape over the light like the rest of us do in our cars. In the end, we left Seattle over an hour late, but arrived in Boston only 20 minutes behind schedule.

18 October 2007

from the library

oh, what do you do when you've written and printed your term paper proposal, and it includes the phrase, "though little has been written on William Hammond Hall..." and 30 minutes before you're expected to hand the proposal over, you find out that not only have more articles been written about WH Hall than you had thought, but that your professor wrote two of them?!?

*groan*

14 October 2007

WIP Monday

Six HLC quilt blocks done this weekend, but I had to rip out the meager progress I had made on my sock-practice-hat when I discovered that I had been knitting backwards. So far I am the only person I know who uses little bits of paper to remind me which direction to knit in, or whether I am supposed to knit or purl next.



And now, introducing.... Eric's WIP! He's building a headboard for our bed...

dogs in the mist

More fog this morning, and Matte joined us with Micky and Boo at Marymor Dog Park. And I just love taking pictures of how high Finn jumps....











Finn let his good buddy Micky have a shot at the tennis ball too...



I just love this pic -- "hi mom!"