granola post- some of this, some of that
Kitty picture: How about a little orange in the fruit bowl?
finished object: A tuxedo vest. neck straps hiding behind top of support.
Close up of tuxedo vest. It might be too lacey for DH. There's lots of yarn left. I suppose I could knit it again on smaller needles, but I don't want to. Maybe I'll line it.
Saturday sky a bit belated. This is the country where I grew up. A dear friend passed away and the memorial service was held at this cabin on Saturday. It was a real voyage of nostalgia to attend. I spent many halcyon days as a bare-legged kid running wild across this lawn and wading in that icy cold river till I lost all feeling in my feet. I'm not going to tell the world where this idylic spot is because then you would all want to visit, and I'm not good about sharing.
Monday, the 13th, I did my first stint at the Washington County jail, administering GED tests. First glitch: I wanted to leave the college at 6:30 to give myself a little cushion of time in case of traffic delays. So I got there at 6:15, only to find that the buildings were all locked up and no one was around. NO one. Campus security was not in evidence. The coffee shop staff had not yet shown up. I finally saw a secretary in a second-story office, attracted her attention by throwing pine cones at her window, and got her to agree to send maintenence to let me in. By rushing wildly through my procedures, I managed to leave the college at 7:00 and by speeding just a little bit, made it to the jail by 8. They were expecting me, but the folks in the Control booth had no oks to let me in. Finally, the desk clerk had the happy thought to check and see if I might be listed under the company I worked for. Yup - Clackamas Community College. There I was. So I got the tests started only half an hour late, which for a maiden voyage and shake-down cruise is nothing to sneeze at. And with great joy I founf that they did not need me to stay till 5. I got to leave at 3 which put me in just the early stages of traffic congestion. It took me an hour and fourty five minutes to drive back to the college where I surrendered my GED stuff, then motored happily home. Thank God for books on tape! But I wound up spending wayyyy too much time sitting, and my hips are cracking like popguns today. Still, it could have been much worse, and it pays well, so I'm happy.
Today, I weave!