I was going to do laundry, and pay bills, and block some things, and run the vacuum and possibly wipe the fingerprints off the appliances. As my friends would say: I was going to adult.
But then I realized that Amazon was offering season three of Orphan Black free to Prime members.
Good bye good intentions.
Hello marathon knitting!
And did I ever knit!
Only 3/4 of an inch until I switch to reverse stockinette stitch.
Because I need to keep a record of what I'm doing somewhere for I will never remember the details later:
- I am knitting the third size.
- I used size 6 needles for the garter edge.
- I did two extra rows of garter stitch for a total of 22 rows and then I switched to my size 7 needles.
- I am not slipping the first stitch of each row, because I'm a rebel.
- I can still see where I switched between the yarn for the original disaster of a sweater and the "virginish" yarn that has been used once but never blocked. I waffle between being cautiously optimistic that the lines of demarcation will block out, and being positive that this will always show and this entire sweater will be an epic disaster. But I am too lazy to try to figure out what to do about it now. I'm only 3/4 of an inch from the switch to reverse stockinette.
In general life news it is Easter Weekend, and I've got my ears on!
I kinda want to start wearing them every single day. I love them so much. I was going to put them on The Queen, but I tried them on and now? They're mine. I'm not sharing.
We celebrated Easter Sunday on Saturday because The Greatest is working Easter Sunday and I am not dealing with five sugared up children all on my own. I haven't slept through the night in over two years. I'm simply not doing it. We weren't paying attention to the calendar and accidently cooked a ham last weekend, and subsequently ate meals made with leftover ham all last week. So no one was in the mood for even more ham.
She really loves ham.
But I was over it. So we decided instead of ham The Greatest would smoke a brisket for Easter Saturday.
Smoked brisket and pie.
Lots and lots of pie.
As I was making pie the children were sitting around the table eating Easter Candy and playing "Old Bunny" and "Go Chick." I didn't know that Easter Miracles are a thing that happen. Well, beyond the obvious rising from the dead Easter miracle. But Easter miracles must be a thing, because none of the games ended in fighting, tears, or physical altercations. They giggled and swapped candy and were the delightful children I know them to be.
Easter Freaking Miracle.
Today we've had a relaxing morning eating candy, painting nails, and playing video games. We've eaten leftover brisket sandwiches and had more pie than is healthy. My neighbor seems to think that blaring bad rap music in her backyard and swearing at her children is the proper way to honor Christ's sacrifice. So I am playing Beethoven symphonies inside my house to drown out the noises from outside the house. And my soul is so happy. Why did I ever stop playing classical music? Beethoven IS life! I need to fill my home with symphonies more often. It needs to go to the top of my "ways to cope with stress" list.
In a sad related note, I was looking through our big binder of cd's and Meaty, who is 13 (I know, how did that happen), asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my Beethoven CD. He cocked his head to the side, scowled, and asked "So you listen to these? You don't watch them?" My children are far more digital than is healthy. I should find and old record player and really blow their minds.
And on that sad note I am going to go find my disc of piano concertos, and eat some more pie. Concertos and pie are good for the soul.
Happy Easter Everyone!