Knitting Progress, of a Sort

I looked more carefully and found the link to that dresser I liked.

@Firstborn: I would love to attend the opera with you [or any of you girls]. There are only three performances of Carmen available; one is on Sunday, so that’s out. Another is during the singles conference, so that’s out, and the last one is on a Friday, but that’s the Friday I have dinner with Brother Sushi, so no Carmen for me this year. La Cenerentola = Cinderella; I’m not as familiar with it, but Saturday May 9th looks plausible from here. And I love Rossini.

He [Trainman, not the late Signor Rossini] has expressed interest in meeting you; from the stories I tell, he’s pretty sure he would like you. And I’m reasonably sure you would like him; Brother Sushi did. Nevertheless, I am not at all sure that I want to have family with me if/when I go to the opera with Trainman and LadyZen. I feel protective of you kids; I feel protective of him; and I feel protective to the nth of myself.

It’s that whole “when worlds collide” bit. Doesn’t necessarily make sense; doesn’t necessarily need to. Six months from now it might not be an issue [I do try not to have “issues”. ]

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But right now the idea tends to make me want to sit in the corner of my couch and eat an entire bag of Oreos.

I broke off the stalled entrelac sock and carefully wound up that end of the yarn and inserted it into the center of the ball. Then I cast on from the other end of the ball, with more stitches, to see if I can guess a proper fit. I am not calling this sock #2; I am calling it a swatch. Sock #1 is still available for try-on, and maybe everybody who might be a better candidate to wear it will be healthy this week.

I have also completed the first column of dropped stitches on the Clapotis en Soie and am almost ready for the second. Part of me would just love to stay home and knit all day, but that’s not the part of me which rides the train home in the evening.

I made the Rocky Road Crockpot Cake for the singles’ potluck last night. They inhaled it. I brought home a nearly-empty crockpot: two sensible servings into storage containers, and the last bits into a bowl for dessert during a rerun of Pushing Daisies last night. Yes, I am nearly done with a second viewing. I also watched All About Eve while dessert baked, yesterday afternoon.

I wonder how old Bette Davis was when she played Margo Channing, who spazzed at being 40-something and cast in younger roles. And is it just me, or is this video weirder than most?

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