...it's time for some knitting! If only I could just pull my knitting out right here at my desk and work out some of this frustration. Even though I haven't blogged much about knitting lately, I have still been doing quite a bit of it. Two weekends ago when David was out of town, I finished two project: these convertible gloves/mittens and this scarf (the photo isn't mine, but you get the idea -- mine looks very similar, only in a vareigated green Malabrigo). I am currently almost done with a pair of socks made from two different leftover sock yarns. But the real highlight of my recent knitting life was seeing The Yarn Harlot at the library with my friends Elizabeth and Nora. I had tried to see the Harlot before and failed (she was delayed by several hours and I couldn't stick around), so this time I was determined to see her. In fact, I was so determined that I arrived at the library an hour and a half early, only to find that I wasn't early enough. The room was full and I was sent to the overflow room, which also quickly filled up. It turns out that people had been arriving for the event since 11:30 am when the library opened. This might not have been so surprising if the Harlot had been scheduled to speak in the early afternoon, but she wasn't coming on until 7pm! I guess there are some truly hard-core knitters here in Ann Arbor. But even though we didn't actually "see" her, except on the video screen, the Harlot was hilarious and it was an evening well spent. And I got to work on my socks...
Over the weekend I also managed to combine knitting with running. Now I didn't actually knit WHILE running (though this may be possible -- at physical therapy last week I did see a woman knitting while warming up on the Nu-Step), I just used my row counter to count laps on the indoor track. I had gone to the North Campus gym, where the track is even smaller than the Central Campus gym (1/10 of a mile as opposed to 1/8 of a mile). I don't think I had ever yet had a run where I was absolutely certain about how many laps I had done. There was always at least one time where I would wonder -- "was that seventeen or eighteen?" -- and then spend the rest of the run wondering how far I had actually gone. Last week I found myself running laps outside behind a couple of boys. I had so completely lost count that I ended up asking them how many they had done, and then trying to figure out how far I was behind them. But with the row counter, I could just give it a twist at the end of every lap and it kept track for me. It did slow me down a bit the first time, but I think I'm getting used to it. The downside of knowing exactly how far I have gone, though, is that I now know exactly how slow my pace is!
And, if you are wondering about my data issues, I think I have found a work around. Now home to knit!










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