Month: November 2007

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    The bells went much better than I had expected. Of course, my expectations were so low that they could hardly have gone worse. I was relieved and thrilled.

    That lasted just until I learned that we were playing more pieces on December 16th. However, sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Bokimo has offered to swap bells with me so that I can play middle C, a note I can always recognize on the page. I also have to play B and B flat, of course, but it might still be easier.

    11 I did some autumn decorating. Formerprincess is already putting up her Christmas lights, so I may be behind the pack.

    The porcelain on the mantel belonged to my great-grandmother. It is a jimsonweed pattern, and I love it. It has with it some beaded pumpkins, wooden grapes, and some silk flowers and leaves. I am ambivalent about silk flowers. On the one hand, I feel that honestly fake things like the beaded pumpkins are fine. We are not pretending that they are real pumpkins. They are pretty objects shaped like pumpkins.

     For me, the silk flowers are in the same category. But I know that for many people, they are fake and pretending to be real, which is a whole different, and less charming category.  

    11The cat appreciates the decor, as you can see.

    The china cornucopia is one that I bought at a flea market some years ago.

    We are having a mere 12 for Thanksgiving, not 14, since my brother and his roomie are not coming. (I know a family that is expecting 32, so don’t think that’s too many.) I am still thinking that we may need to bring out our folding table.

    We don’t try to seat that number, of course. I think it was Universehall who was saying she was just going to do a buffet, as though that were much simpler than a sit-down meal. I hadn’t considered that, since we never have enough room to seat everyone and always do a buffet. It seems as though the same amount of preparation is involved, but maybe I should have been appreciating the simplicity of it all this time.11

    I am still thinking about vegetables. We are usually very simple about vegetables here, and the boys are firm on the question: mashed potatoes and corn, they say. I am doing sweet potatoes, but there is sugar involved, so that may not count as a vegetable.

    I may just steam some green beans, or I might do a salad. I may also come to my senses and recognize that, with turkey and dressing and ham and mashed potatoes and gravy and corn and rice and cranberry sauce and sweet potatoes and several kinds of hot breads and three desserts, no one will be worrying about the lack of a green vegetable. My parents are bringing the meats, by the way. If I were doing a turkey and a ham in addition to the side dishes and breads and desserts, I might not still be thinking about the vegetables.

    The ham is an innovation. My mother is concerned that there might not be enough food. You can see where I get this business of thinking that there might not be enough even though there is manifestly going to be plenty.

    I am going to make a Jell-O mold. Gelatin is pretty, and it gives a lighter option for dessert, or people can consider it a salad and still have a couple of servings of pie. I may also make appetizers, because they are fun and they distract people if there is still a certain amount of stuff going on in the kitchen when they arrive.

    I have an aunt who routinely serves fancy meals to large numbers of people with no visible effort, but I cannot seem to accomplish that. I am always still preparing things when the guests arrive, and the kitchen is always in some disarray.

    11 The other thing I made this weekend was a couple of prototypes of a very clever idea that I saw on someone’s blog.

    I have tried to find my way back to the blog in order to credit the originator of the idea, but with no luck.

    No SEO going on over there.

    Anyway, the clever person in question made folders from 12 x 12 scrapbooking paper.

    She decorated them (more beautifully than mine, but I still have a little time to work on it).

    Then she put a cookbook inside the folder.

    11 She put in this particular cookbook, but there are a lot of things that come in this size and shape, so you could substitute some other little booklet. You could also use family photos and let this be your Christmas card. Have the kids do it, for greater sentimental value.

    It seems perfect for those people for whom a card is not quite enough to express your feelings, but you don’t want to establish a gift-giving habit, either, or make them feel that they should have given you something.

    You could also tuck other things into the second pocket — gift cards, say, or tickets to something — and make it a more lavish gift.

    Returning the next day to say that I found the link, and here it is.

    11 Finally, here is Ivy. Not completed, by any means, but looking different enough to warrant a picture. This is Elsebeth Lavold’s design, “Ivy,” from The Summer Breeze Collection, in Knitpick’s Essentials, in the color “Ash.”

    It is not still on the needles. It is simply that the bottom has a garter stitch band and is therefore rolling up, so I threaded a needle through it to give it the idea that it ought not to do that.

    That’ll larn it.

    Probably not, actually. I think I will crochet around the edge. Then it needs buttons, and the collar. The collar gets a lace edging, several inches deep.

    I know that some of my readers would quit right here and not add the lace, but I really like lace. I think that it gets harder to wear lace as you get older, so I take all opportunities. The patterns calls for a lace edging, which you then sew on. I am going to do a couple of repeats of the lace in question and see whether I might not want to switch to another. I have some favorite old French laces that I think might be very good. On the other hand, Lavold is a very good designer, and the lace she chose might be exactly the one for this design.

    Today I have lots of computer work, and the gym, and then rehearsal, so I will not get going on that lace. Someday soon, though.

  •  11

    If it should ever happen that you are driving along a back road and you see this sign, you should immediately follow the arrow.

    We went out there yesterday for some grains for our Thanksgiving dinner, but you can go there any time and enjoy it. Their restaurant specializes in beans and corn bread, but they make a fierce turkey sandwich with sprouts on their own whole-grain bread, cinnamon rolls as good as homemade, and cobbler you would not want to miss.

    We’d spent the morning at grocery shopping and housework and (in my case) computer work and (in the boys’ case) computer games, and we really enjoyed the drive. We listened to the football game (we won) and admired the blazing autumn leaves and reveled in the crisp air.

    It’s about half an hour from our house to the mill. The mill is named for the creek. The creek is named for a man who made a treaty a long while back.11

    This water-powered grist mill has been here since 1832. It has had some adventures in that time, you can be sure, but they still grind stuff with the water wheel. 

    Kids can hand-grind corn and buckwheat with stones to get the concept, so it makes a great homeschool lesson, but it is also just fun. If you are not in the mood to watch the millers or grind grains, you can also sample their baking and their relishes and things.

    We were even able to find a train whistle for #2 daughter’s class. The boys speculated about what she might plan to do with it; we don’t know, but we were glad to have found one for her.11

     The restaurant has a wall of underwear. Sort of undies through the ages.

     There is also a lot of taxidermy to admire. Turkeys, mostly. There is a little vignette of two turkeys sort of dancing, and there are flying turkeys and turkeys standing around glaring balefully. They are probably glaring at you because you are eating turkey sandwiches.

    A few days ago, #2 son asked me my opinion of taxonomy.

    I think taxonomy is important, and I have a lot of thoughts on the subject, and was giving him an enthusiastic answer when I realized that he was looking dubious.11

    It turned out that he had meant “taxidermy.” Not the same thing at all.

    I teased him about it approximately 23 times yesterday, as we admired the turkeys and ate our turkey sandwiches.

    It is best not to think too much in this kind of situation.

    We had iced tea and root beer served in canning jars, which makes for uncomfortable drinking but looks rustic. 

    Then we went downstairs to buy our grains. We got white whole-grain flour and 7-grain cereal and various other things in cotton sacks.

    11

    Next we went outside to feed the geese.

     It seemed possible that the geese might have gone further south for the winter, so we went to check before we got the corn for them.

    They were there. We put a quarter in the gumball machine full of corn and got a handful for the geese.

    When the kids were small, this was one of the high point of the visit for them. The geese would come over to eat the corn and the kids would move toward them and then squeal and run away.

    Not any more, of course. My boys are handsome, well-behaved young men. At least they were yesterday. They leaned over the fence and watched the geese, which were hanging around being gooseish.11

    I suggested calling to them.

    “Here, geese,” we could have chirruped. “We have some corn for you.”

    They would, I thought, run right over in anticipation.

    The boys treated this suggestion with a sort of tolerant scorn. That is, they had completely blank faces to indicate tolerance, with slightly wry mouths to indicate scorn without any actual rudeness.

    “They’re eating leaves,” #1 son said pityingly.

    “There might be seeds on ground,” I suggested.

    11The boys were disappointed by these geese. “Geese are stupid,” they said.

    “Famous for it.” I said

    “And they bite, too.”

    “Famous for it.”

     So in the end we just tossed the corn onto the ground and left.

    It is possible that the geese were laughing at us, and that they ran up gleefully to eat the corn as soon as we left. But probably not. Probably they are spoiled geese, surrounded at all times by good things, so no single incidence of corn is very exciting to them.11

    We headed home after that. The football game was still on, so we got to listen to that as we drove.

    I don’t understand football, and it is worse on the radio. The boys understood it, and they were shouting “Yes!” in growly voices and stuff like that, as they do at live games or when watching on the TV.

    I tried to imagine how it would be if it had been something I actually understood — ballet, perhaps.

    “And there’s the pas de bourree and an entrechat quatre — NO! It’s an ENTRECHAT SIX! AN ENTRECHAT SIX!”

    Well, we had fun, and I have a really good hot cereal for breakfast and everything for the holiday baking. #2 son and I also have a horrible allergy attack. I am allergic to poultry, myself, and then we were outside a lot. The anthem today is a measly Up With People kind of thing, so it doesn’t matter much about my singing. Today’s main challenge is the bells piece. I brought the music home, but couldn’t figure out any way to practice it, since I am only responsible for three notes. I just have to do my best, that’s all.

  • My husband had to get up at 4:00 a.m. to go to work today, so I also was up at that hour. I had to move the car and make his coffee, so there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, even though I do not have to work today. I have to go grocery shopping and clean my house and perhaps practice bells and I have a little bit of computer work and a few phone calls and a couple of recipes to try out, but that’s all I have to do. 

    What’s more, the yarn from Knitpicks arrived yesterday.11

    This is going to be a sweater for #2 son.

    It is Wool of the Andes in “iron ore.”

    #2 son put on his sweater from last year, made in a gray shade of this yarn. He needs the next size up. The pattern is a basic set-in sleeve type using the calculations from The Knitter’s Handy Book of Sweater Patterns, and it worked out perfectly. I think I can just make the next size up from that book and it will be perfect.

    The gray one can be handed down to #2 daughter.

    The sweater still looks nice, even though it is just about exactly a year old. My Wool-Ease socks are also a year old, and now that I have mended the heels, they are also in good condition. I wore them yesterday. It may be that the mending of the heels means that the Wool-Ease didn’t hold up as well as the Wool of the Andes, but then sweaters don’t have heels.  And the socks have been machine-washed, while the sweater has only been hand-11washed. On the other hand, the sweater has been worn by a teen-age boy, which has got to be a rougher life.

    No, I think that we need a more even comparison of the two yarns. Here are a couple of bawks.

    These give an unusually good opportunity for fair comparison.

    The one on the left is Wool of the Andes, and the one on the right is Wool-Ease. They were made at the same time, two years ago, and since they were Christmas gifts, they both went into use on the same day. Both have been used on all the chilly nights since then. Both have come into regular contact with boiling water, continued exposure to heat, and being squashed under quilts. Both are regularly stretched on and off of the hot water bottles.bawk 003 They are, in short, treated worse than most hand-knits, but have been equally mistreated.

    Both show significant signs of wear. The cables are no longer crisp and there is definite pilling. They have  obviously fared much worse than the socks or the sweater. I am showing you how the gray one looked when first made, on the right, so you can see the degree of wear.

    But the Wool-Ease one has significantly less definition left in its cables. It is more stretched out, and has more general fuzziness than the Wool of the Andes. Wool of the Andes is known for pilling, and there is perhaps slightly more pilling with it than with the Wool-Ease. Neither has developed holes or lost its shape. But I would have to say that the Wool of the Andes is the winner for durability.

    Now you know.

    #2 son suggests that the hot water bottles need new sweaters. I will be finishing Ivy first, and #2 son’s sweater, and then I will consider it.

  •  11 I was practicing The Dark Art yesterday, as well as writing (Native American subunit and some Thanksgiving and/or critical thinking posts, since you asked), so there came a point when I had to get up and move around.

    Accordingly, I went for a walk on this trail.

    It is part of our town’s Greenways program, which provides safe, paved walking and biking trails for us all.

    There was a fool — ahem, a fellow on a motor scooter on it. I don’t know what was wrong with him.

    Apart from that, it was lovely. It is like fall out now, with quite a bit of color and some cold and everything.11

    I got a lot of thinking done. I like to rehearse my workshops and presentations as I walk. My lesson plans, too. I don’t know whether I actually speak as I do this or not, but it is not as much of an issue as it used to be. Nowadays, people will think that you have a bluetooth device if they see you apparently talking to yourself. They will not think that you are deranged.

    I tell myself this, at least.

    It seems to me that I think better while walking.

    I also have new recipes to practice. Not much of that, because I have holiday baking to do, but I still have to cook two or three meals every day, so I might as well get some practice in. I am working up some clever new 11themes for January cooking shows, and envisioning how to fit the new recipes into the presentation. I am trying not to get too engaged in the new ones, since I still have a few of the old ones to do, but I do like to think ahead and be prepared.

    And, let us be honest, The Dark Art has its moments of extreme tedium. Its moments, or its hours. It depends how long you do it before you take a break. There are those moments of triumph (I am so close to the next level on my backlinks page!) but then there are all those nearly identical emails and online forms and lists and numbers and things.

    I needed a mental as well as a physical break.11

    When I got home, there were packages, which is always cool. Extremely snazzy new cleaning supplies, for one thing. See the picture at right.

    Yes, this stuff is expensive. However, there were several factors  involved in my decision:

    • The stainless steel pan which I have to take and show to people, and in which I also cook things every day, requires stainless steel cleaner to keep it looking like a credit to its name, and stainless steel cleaner is not available locally. This is doubtless because polishing  stainless steel is the kind of thing a woman only does when she has to brandish the pan aloft and pass it around and stuff like that. But you know how pans get a bit grubby and used-looking and lose their bling-like nature after you fricassee things in them for a few weeks? So I had to.
    • Once I had to order the special cleaner, I had to buy something else to justify the shipping. The French pop-up sponges are only available locally in $14.98 packages at Williams-Sonoma, and while I love French pop-up sponges, I do not love them that much. The place where I bought these offers a package that comes to $1 a sponge. So they were a bargain, and the all-purpose cleaner made the shipping seem worthwhile. Actually, the all-purpose cleaner is the concentrated kind you mix with water by the capful, so it may also turn out to be a bargain.
    • I am expecting, via Amazon Vine (they send me free stuff, which may be the most amusing way I have been paid for my writing skills, and works out pretty well per-word, too), some laundry soap that goes with this stuff. I really needed to ensure that my entire house would be herb and wood scented, I am sure you agree.
    • I am determined to clean my house, but lacking in the motivation to do so. On the HGP, we clean a room thoroughly, and then it is supposed to stay that way till the holidays, but at my house the rooms do not stay clean. I once read, in a magazine, a list of tasks involved in cleaning your entire home in 30 minutes. I wrote to the magazine in question, respectfully suggesting that they had left things out. Where, I wanted to know, was the part about picking up all the gym shoes and weights? Where the instructions to sweep and vacuum the dog hair several times a day? Where was there any mention of eight drinking vessels per child, distributed evenly throughout the house? They thanked me for my concern. This is also what Southern Living did when I protested their insane suggestion to shelve books with the spines toward the wall. I don’t write such letters very often, obviously. Anyway, I think that really fancy cleaning supplies will make me  leap with vigor into my planned Saturday cleaning day.

    As a rule of thumb, I think that anything you do for a good reason has — and needs – only one reason. When you have a whole string, they are excuses. However, the boys and I scrubbed the kitchen thoroughly last night and it is nice and clean and herbal-smelling.

    The two of them kept attacking one another. They are both bigger than I am, and their roughhousing seems as 11though it could actually lead to damage — either to them or to one another. True, they were laughing maniacally the whole time, but I really didn’t feel that it added to the pleasure of the undertaking. #1 daughter assures me that — at least in the Navy – guys keep this up well into their 20s. Actually, the handbook from my husband’s workplace specifies that there should be “no horseplay” on the factory floor, and I had always laughed about that. Apparently, it is a necessary warning, since they employ males.

    I’m not usually home for this stuff. I’m gone most evenings, so I had not realized that the daily cleaning of the kitchen had become an opportunity for catch-as-catch-can wrestling. We then watched “The Office” together, but I did not do any knitting or even cut out a garment for my SWAP. Maybe this weekend.

    Today I will be at the store, so there will be no walks and probably not much writing, either. One more gratuitous scenery photo, then, and I am off to do some of that writing before I leave.

  • I’m suffering a bit from to-do list overage. Is that a good phrase? It sounds benign, doesn’t it?

    Son-in-law will be in town tomorrow. #1 daughter is still waffling about accepting a promotion, and I don’t know what she intends to do about her marriage or her schooling, but she is being a social butterfly and having fun. #2 daughter is moving house and her company is also moving their office. #1 son is struggling in school, but looking toward the future. #2 son is working hard in school, because he is looking toward the future. The HGP is having us clean the dining room this week. I haven’t been keeping up with putting things in the freezer this year, and am behind on the addressing of cards, but I have my Christmas shopping pretty well finished.

    In fact, this Saturday is the one unscheduled day of which I have previously spoken, and I plan for it to involve a great deal of cleaning, as well as the addressing of Christmas cards and baking.

    Here’s a scene from my house:

    “I’ve spoken with you about this before. Have you been practicing?”

    “You say you don’t have time, but this will save time. Look, just try it. You’re not going to get better if you don’t practice.”

    “Here, I’ll help you. Now, you just work on it every day and you’ll get it.”

    Who do you think is speaking here? If you thought it was me nagging some kid, you would be wrong. That was #2 son, nagging me about encouraging me with the mandoline. Not the musical instrument (which would be a mandolin), but the kitchen tool, which I still have not mastered. I may get in some practice on Saturday.

    I am, however, getting better with the bells. Not all the time, mind you, but with the piece we are doing on Sunday. One of the other bell-ringers, bless her, spent an hour with me. She played the whole piece on the piano while I rang my bells. I have memorized the tune, and if I hum it under my breath, I can play my bells at the right times the majority of the time, and only occasionally lose my place or forget to change keys when the composer does.

    It is possible that I will not have to arrange to sprain my ankle before Sunday. That is plan B.

    But I am looking too far ahead. I have a long long list for today and tomorrow before I can think about the weekend.

  • Several of you said that you did indeed care about my little SEO triumph, and that was very nice of you, I must say. Someone also asked what SEO stands for. It is “Search Engine Optimization.” That means making your site very good, and then introducing it to the search engines (like Google) so that when people want to find it, they can. You know, when you type something into the little screen at Google, and it tells you that there are 8,546,912 results, that you are only going to look at the first 10 or maybe 20. In fact, you might just glance at the first 5 and then modify your search. The truly excellent site on whatever it is you were looking for that is back on page 5,000,012 is completely invisible to you.

    So, for example, I know that our friend Lostarts sells her knitted wimple pattern online. If I type in “knitted wimple,” I do not see her site. I see free patterns, and other people’s patterns, and blogs talking about how they are knitting wimples, but not hers. If I type in “knitted wimple lostarts,” she’s all over the page. But if I am just a stranger looking for a knitted wimple pattern, I am not going to do that. I will not find her fine pattern, so of course I am not going to buy it. Same thing for our friend Formerprincess and her handmade aprons.

    Now, neither of these artists may want strangers to come and buy her stuff, but if they do, then they would benefit from a bit of SEO. That’s what it’s for. When we first put our store online, we didn’t do any SEO. In the first year (and, understand, we are a successful store in the physical world, and have been for 15 years) we got a couple of orders a month, 86% from people we knew. Our website is part of a catalog company, and in theory they were steering people to our shop, but really it was just a convenience for our physical-world customers. If you ask Google how old our catalog is, they will tell you that it opened up in May of 2007, two months after I began figuring out how to make it visible to search engines. Now, of course, I could do that faster, but I am self-taught, so there was a bit of a lag there while I learned stuff. I am still learning stuff.

    When we began our SEO, we got too many orders and had to scale back to try to make the website more about marketing, about steering people to our physical store. That meant that I did a lot of regional SEO — that is, introducing the site to the search engines, but letting them know that we really only wanted people to see us when they were looking for a physical store to shop at. Since October 24th, we have been opening our site to the shoppers of the world as well, so I have to let the search engines know that by doing the SEO in a different way.

    A lot of the things you do to get your website and Google to shake hands are kind of funny and artificial-seeming, and there is a good bit of controversy in the SEO community about just how artificial you can get before you count as a “black hat” practitioner. But the truth is, unless Google knows what you’re doing at your website, humans won’t be able to find it. We don’t advertise our physical store; we get all our shoppers by word of mouth. That doesn’t work online, for the most part, because people looking for some particular website can’t find it unless the search engines know it is there, and the search engines — wonderful though they are — don’t look for things the same way humans do. Someone who happened to be looking for a blog just exactly like this one you are reading now would not, since I don’t do any SEO here, be able to find it. So SEO, apart from the black hat behavior of spamming, is just a matter of taking your site, which happens to be invisible, and making it visible to people who are looking for what you have to offer.

    In my part-time business, we are not allowed to do any of the “introduce to search engines” part of SEO, but we can still do the “make your site very good” part, and Central Office helps us out with that quite a lot. In my full-time job, I have less control over the “make your site very good” part, though I am certainly working hard on the aspects of that over which I have control, so I spend more time on the “introduce to search engines” part. The SEO bloggers talk a lot about which of those things is more important, but I am limited in what I can do, so I just do both to the limit of my ability under my circumstances.

    I can see how heady it would be to have complete control over your site so you could do all the clever SEO things and bask in your cleverness. However, Arkenboy has kindly but firmly assured me that I am not clever enough to do those things even if I did have full control, so I do not waste my time wishing for full control.11

    The other question was “What is a trivet?” It is a thing you put hot stuff on so that it doesn’t damage your table. A very handy item, let me tell you.

    I have a whole stack of them, because I often bring a number of hot dishes to the table.

    They are related to the items known as “coasters” which are for putting wet things on so they don’t damage your table.

    My kids do not believe in either trivets or coasters, so we spend a lot of time at my house arguing about it, thus: “Don’t put that glass on the wood! Get a coaster!” “Oh, mom, it won’t damage the table!”

    I am right on this point.

  • Didn’t I tell you I couldn’t go play with the SEO bloggers? Read this totally condescending sentence from one of the SEO blogs, which will remain nameless because you don’t want to visit them anyway: “Though some of these fall under the “Duh!” category to seasoned search marketers, this is not the case for many unseasoned small business owners who are either confused or still following advice from 1999. “

    That’s why I have to tell you that I have reached #8 on the Google front page for one of the keyword phrases I’m working on! Break out the champagne!

    Yes, well, I realize that you do not care. The trouble is that no one cares. That is why seasoned SEO marketers spend so much time congratulating one another and bragging about their accomplishments and pinging and sphinning and so forth. Not only does no one care, in the real world, but no one even understands what they’re talking about. Their clients also don’t care. They just want to see orders (and may I just brag here that the catalog’s orders are up to a gratifying number of orders per day? Gratifying to me, I mean, because I have analyzed the stats and seen that The Dark Art is making its glacial changes. The Empress isn’t celebrating yet). And the orders follow the SEO triumphs by quite a lag, naturally, so the clients kind of feel like the SEO marketers are just playing video games on their dime.

    By the way, Central Office sent me a free trivet, which is right up there with World of Warcraft special gauntlets, isn’t it?

    Never mind all that. I know you really want to read about Thanksgiving. You may not be working on The Dark Art or even playing World of Warcraft, but those pies aren’t going to bake themselves, are they?

    I have a nice crowd coming for the holiday. I have asked around and there is widespread agreement (well, among the kids who live here in the house) on the preferred menu. Grandpa and Grandma are bringing the turkey and dressing, and the kids also want mashed potatoes, corn, rolls, and pies. Naturally, I am also going to have cranberry sauce, rice, and a Chocolate Silk Torte.

    However, this is all the predictable stuff. Well, the Silk Torte is new. But the other things are pretty much what we have every year. I like to add something surprising and different in the way of a vegetable or a salad.

    I’ve made the spinach salad with oranges and olives so many times that it is no longer surprising. And while I have made a number of other surprising things — cornbread with cheese and jalapenos, various sweet potato casseroles, squash casserole, fancy things with Jell-O — they tend not to get eaten by the kids. Adults can only eat so much, so there are usually lots of leftovers.

    Since the girls and I are leaving the next day to go to #2 daughter’s place, I think I may need the extra thing to be something the boys will actually eat while I am gone.

    I am thinking about Potatoes Anna, on the grounds that it is fancy and different and the boys love it, but that does make two potato dishes, rather than a green or yellow vegetable to save us all from beriberi. I am also thinking about some sort of gelatin thing, because Jell-O is not real food, but rather just a table decoration, so I don’t feel as bad about having it go to waste. I am also thinking about punch of some kind, which is also decorative, and you throw out the leftovers without a second thought.

    What are you having for Thanksgiving?

  • 11 It’s beginning to get a little chilly here, so I had a look at my Log Cabin socks from last year. Because I wore them with my aged hiking boots all the time (along with a long corduroy skirt a lot of the time, for that slightly eccentric look), the heels perished.

    This is okay, since they are hand-knitted socks. I just knitted new heels.

    These socks are sport weight Wool-Ease, but I decided to use worsted weight Wool-Ease to redo the heels. This decision was largely based on the fact that I had some in my crafts cupboard already, but it also made a heavier, sturdier heel.

    I picked up the loose stitches.11 Now, a sock with a hole in it is not the same as a frogged edge. You have to pull threads a bit to get it to the point where you can pick up stitches along that edge. But it can be done. I put them on two double-pointed needles, treating the hole like a slit rather than a hole, and made sure that the numbers of stitches on the top and the bottom needle were the same.

    Then I grabbed a third needle and knitted back and forth on the bottom needle. I did short rows in garter stitch. That is, I knitted all the way across, then turned around and knitted all but one stitch. I turned again and knitted all but one, and so forth till the space was filled.

    This is backwards from the way you make a heel in the first place. However, I was filling a space, rather than building a new substance, so I wasn’t sure just how much knitting I would need to do. Having filled up the empty space, I bound the two needles off together. Voila! The socks are not as good as new, exactly, but they are certainly wearable once more.

    I was able to get this done in between events yesterday. I had church, a baby shower, and a meeting. I did some housework and cooking, and spent some time with my family, and worked only a little bit.

    Jewell came over and told me that I could get the other Science of Discworld books at the Amazon UK site. It is true! You can go to the British Amazon site and they still have your account from the U.S., but they have all sorts of other things available, and in fact all the Terry Pratchett books have cooler covers there.

    However, they do not tell you how much things are in dollars. Thus, I learned that I could buy the other books for 20 pounds and 95 … well, pence or bits or bobs or whatever the 95 tenths of a pound are counted in. I cannot compare this with $8.73 plus $3.95 times two, because I have no idea what pounds and dollars are to one another. At one time, I believe, there were two dollars to a pound, and at another time there were five pounds to the dollar, and that is too great a variance for me to guess what it might be now. I will have to look it up.

    I certainly did enjoy the alternate universe of Amazon UK, though. They dispatch things from your shopping basket there, you know. And it is entirely possible that they might sell those whole grain cookies #2 daughter brought us from England, except that they would be wholemeal biscuits.

    Back to the salt mines!

  • Having spoken to myself severely about my schedule yesterday (and listened to good advice on the same, and thank you very much for it), I sat down with my calendar for a little while and blocked out time for work, time for holiday preparations, and time for play. I ordered that yarn I was talking about, and intend to carve out time to knit with it. I did some shopping, cooking, scrubbing, and working, but I also did some reading and hanging out with my kids.

    11 #2 son and I went to the bakery. This is the American bakery, where we get all our ceremonial cakes. They also do an excellent ham and cheese croissant. #2 son had one of those plus a doughnut and chocolate milk, because he is a teenage boy and can do that.

    They had decorated for Christmas. I was a little surprised, because I would have thought that they would do a big trade in Thanksgiving pies and rolls and so forth, but it was quite festive and nice.

    Thence to the sporting goods store for captain’s letters for #2 son’s hoodie. It is a joke between himself and his 11AP teacher. The teacher wouldn’t allow #2 son to be on the Econ Challenge team last year because he was a sophomore (everyone else in that class was a senior; #2 son doesn’t allow himself to be bothered by these things), so #2 son has announced that this year he will not only be on the team as a junior, but will also be the captain.

     He cannot be the captain of photography. He was in charge of recording the lovely fall color, and this is what he came up with. Actually, these are the best pictures.

    Plenty of healthy groceries, a present for a baby shower I’m attending today, gymnastics class, and then home to football (the puce and orange team won), guitar, reading on the sofa, and dinner in front of 11the fire.

    Very nice.

    We also watched Flight of  the Conchords, a band (?) from New Zealand. They do music video parodies of various types of popular music. They are hilariously funny.

     They have that cute New Zealand accent, and the boys have been walking around quoting them in their interpretations of the accent, which is also pretty hilarious, though the comedians themselves have said that bad NZ accents are “bordering on racist.” If accused of such a thing, the boys intend to say, “Hey, we have family in New Zealand.” In an offended tone of voice.

    I think that their song about tape would make a great classroom lesson on simile and metaphor. My kids assure me that no one else thinks things like that.

  • I was scheduled to work today, but that was canceled. As we know, this is the time management equivalent of a snow day, so I can just do whatever I want — no, actually, I can’t say that two weeks in a row. I have already done all the work for the store that I plan to do today, but I need to put in an hour or so for my business, do the grocery shopping and housework, take #2 son to gymnastics, and get my Thanksgiving meal planned.

    With any luck, I will be able also to get in some work on my SWAP.

    I’ve been thinking about thinking. #2 son and #2 daughter both brought the point up independently this week by suggesting that it was strange that they were always thinking.

    I think that all of us think all the time. “I think, therefore I am,” after all. That was Descartes. Then there is C.S. Lewis, who said that the conscience, which I would class as part of our minds, was like letters being delivered along our street: we only get to open our own letters, so all that we know about other people’s letters is what they tell us and a reasonable assumption that their letters are probably much like ours.

    But both my kids said that when they say things they think, other people seem to be amazed, as though they don’t think all the time.

    I don’t think that’s the issue. It is, rather, that we all think about different things, and are often uninterested in what other people are thinking. That is of course one of the reasons that I blog. Most of the people I talk to in real life are not interested in knitting, but here I can encounter people who are. Not that I’ve written much about knitting lately, I’m sorry to say. I also do not know people in the real world who care that I’ve doubled the store website’s page ranking. However, I can’t really go and play with the SEO folks in blogland, because I would be like the neophyte knitter who is still trying to do garter stitch without having different stitch counts in all the rows, while they are all doing Fair Isle and Viking cables.

    So I figure that my kids are thinking about things that the people around them do not care about. They should write about these things, instead of continuing to say them to people who cannot politely escape. Readers who don’t care to hear about what we have to say can click away in an instant, so we’ve done them no harm by maundering on.

    And then, having had these conversations and thoughts about the conversations, I read in The Science of Discworld: The Globe about The Mind. I’m enjoying that book very much, and I am going to give in and order the others in the series at some point, I can tell. The trouble is that they are British books, not available in the U.S., and therefore have to be ordered for large prices and fiendish amounts of shipping — each one is less than the cost of a pizza, however, so I may give in at some point and do it.

    Anyway, this book was talking about the various theories through time regarding what the mind is made of.  I have never thought about that before. If I had been asked that question in a situation in which “Huh?” was not a suitable answer, I think I would have said that the mind is made of electricity. Really, though, I have never thought of the mind as being made of something. I don’t think of the mind as having a physical presence, or mass, or as something that takes up space. I think of it more as a process.

    I read eagerly to the end of the chapter that concerned itself with this question, and have learned that no one yet knows what the mind is made of. So I could be right on this point.