Memory

I was reminded of this by another blog Two Straight Lines I'll wait while you go read that.

I have siblings. An older sister, a younger sister, and a brother who is the baby of the family. This particular story involves my younger sister. With any luck she might comment and let us know if she remembers these events any differently.

When she was a young teenager (13, I think) she went to a doctor for consistent and troubling ear aches. Consistent, like, she had them for years. Nobody really had taken her seriously about this, so I'm not sure who took her to the doctor. But there she was, and he pulled something out of her ear that I had put there years before. When she was 8, I think. Or maybe 9. What was this item?

Popcorn Kernel. In her ear. I still feel bad about that one.

As promised

Photos. The burgers didn't want to hold still long enough to show the length of the sock! Isn't that needle roll beautiful? Love it.

So, it's been a while

I have a long post from Tuesday night. It's whiny. Here's the distillation: I don't have a job yet, and my sock is moving along.

Now that we've got that taken care of, the sock is still moving along, we're in the home town for an extra day and will leave tomorrow instead of tonight. As I type, Nick is photographing my sock. Wait, no, he's eating pizza. Hopefully there will be photos also of the new needle roll I got at the yarn store. Peace Fleece makes them, so I was happy to support two good things at once. The store is very new, and I hope it doesn't go out of business.

Did I mention that I don't have a job?

Anyway, we went out and saw a band at the bar last night. A great big banjo sound. Loved it.

Some of Nick's extended family are here in town working on a business venture that is off to a fantastic start. So proud of them for making their dream work. Such nice people, too. We all went to dinner with the other business partner last night and had lots of fun. In fact, my venture to the yarn store was not with Nick, but with his very generous Aunt and Uncle, who helped me support the store by gifting me the needle roll. Yay.

Meme

How am I feeling today?
Stay a little longer
Bob Wills

Will I get far in life?
Guitar Town
Steve Earl

How do my friends see me?
Billy Lyons and Stack O'lee
Furry Lewis Traditional

When will I get Married?
Bowling Green
Neko Case

What is my best friend's theme song?
I'll go on Downtown
Gillian Welch and David Rawlings

What is the story of my life?
Thump the clouds
Adrian Legg

What was high school like?
Lover By Appointment
Lefty Frizzell

How am I going to get ahead in life?
My wife died on Saturday night
New Lost City Ramblers

What is the best thing about me?
A long December
Counting Crows

How is today going to be?
Things to Remember
Willie Nelson

What is in store for this weekend?
Fine and Mellow
Alberta Hunter Holiday

What song describes my parents?
Gathering Flowers for the Masters Bouquet
Blood Oranges

What song describes your grandparents?
You Win Again
Jerry Lee Lewis

How is my life going?
Come Pick me up
Ryan Adams

What song will they play at my funeral?
Someday the Waves
Iron and Wine

How does the world see me?
Walk you Down
Jay Farrar

Will I have a happy life?
If all Else Fails
My Morning Jacket

What do my friends really think of me?
I'm so Happy Tra la la la la la
Lymon, Lewis and the Teenchords

Do people secretly lust after me?
Mom and Dad's Waltz
Gillian Welch and David Rawlings

How can I make myself happy?
I've Wasted my Life
Dolly Parton

What should I do with my life?
One Little Song
Gillian Welch

Will I ever have children?
Goodbye's all we got left
Steve Earl

What is some good advice for me?
Miner's refrain
Gillian Welch

What is my signature dancing song?
You tell me our love was wrong
Lefty Frizzell

What do I think my current theme song is?
Darkness on the face of the earth
Willie Nelson

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Steamboat whistle blows
Flatt and Scruggs

What type of men/women do you like?
Cahoklan
Jay Farrar

What kind of kisser are you?
Accident Waiting to Happen
Billy Bragg

What's your style?
Telephone Road
Rodney Crowell

What kind of lover are you?
The song of Wandering Aengus
Hanz Araki with Finn MacGinty

What would be playing on a first date?
Kentucky Mandolin
Bill Monroe and Doc Watson


Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
The Longest Night
Tin Hat Trio

The Fair

It's not till March. And it's in Miami, so it's kind of far from here. But maybe I'll enter a pair of socks when it comes around.

This is the next sock

I wound this ball by hand. The colors show up pretty accuraly on my monitor. Never again, unless I can find a person to hold the hank. Or, more likely, not until I finish this sock and it comes time to start Nick's second sock. I will have to wind that ball. Nick is at the store getting the materials for a nice salsa. While he's out, I've taken liberties with his camera and can show you my cats. They no longer have any pride.

Here, Mable wears the aforementioned sock. There is nothing more to say about this. She was already awake, so I don't feel bad about, you know, torturing her.

Next, we have John, in her pose as napping champion of the world. She is, really, quite the champ, and no one outnaps her. John will sometimes open an eye while I tell her to, "Get down!" but she really isn't listening. She moves her paw over her eyes and exposed ear at the same time to prove that she cannot be moved to action.

The colors in the sock really aren't that bright. It's more like an army camoflauge outfit with an equal amount of pink thrown in for fun. Nick's sock didn't pool one bit. I'm hopeful that I'll be able to say the same of this colorway (the vera) as well, but I get nervous when I see some of the colors matching up for five or so stitches on two rows.

Now, for the moving content, mostly unrelated to knitting:

The boxes are more unpacked.

I've had some interviews, two at the same practice with a staff lunch scheduled for Tuesday, and some others. I'm very impressed by the long interview office, and would work there without hesitation except I would have a 40 minute commute each way. Also the doctor at that practice suggested that I might knit him some socks. I don't have a stock response (it's really not polite to say, "No way in hell, mister") so I didn't respond.

I finally got my first piece of forwarded mail, an issue of Jane Magazine.

There are some pretty good places to eat nearby, but we feel mocked by our local Publix, which belongs in a slum. We drive two miles to a nicer one and only walk to the near one for, you know, emergency type stuff.

I made brownies that were very good. Do not ask about the Andes' chocolate chip cookies or the coconut chocolate chip kisses. The recipe for the latter will be thrown away.

Finally, someone asked to me to take a trip and do some visiting. I fear I had initially hurt some feelings in my declining, and was sad that there will be no airplane in my near future. I don't think he reads the blog, but either way, we've discussed it and he understands that now is not the time, and I can't generally travel with three days notice. So maybe some other time, soonish.

Tomorrow I will donate platelets here at the local blood bank. It takes 90 minutes, but otherwise they have to separate 8 or more whole blood donations to get an equal amount of platelets.

Still with boxes

But fewer of them. Photos tonight or tomorrow. I hope.

The boxes.

Oh, the boxes. They are all in the apartment. We return to the old city for the cars tomorrow. And the cats. No knitting this week. Maybe some knitting tonight. We'll see. Made a mistake on the most recent row of the house of blue leaves scarf, so I must tink that. Darn.