The fellow wearing this fabulous aloha shirt was in the security line at Long Beach Airport ahead of me. As an admirer of kitschy shirts and watermelon, I complimented him on it. He and his wife explained they bought it on vacation in Door County, Wisconsin. I remarked that we used to visit Egg Harbor when I was growing up in Chicago and darned if that wasn’t exactly where they got it. Coinkydink.
Pictured is DS with his 21st birthday present, a Channel Islands/Al Merrick “Fred Rubble” surfboard. Kelly Slater just won the US Open of Surfing on one. Even though DS had the choice of a Firewire (obvious geek cred plus the virture of parabolic balsa wood stringers on the rails, not down the center), I preferred the Fred Rubble just because the name amuses me. Gotta love surfer shaper humor.
An all-knitting post, for once! Pictured is my progress (completed Chart C) on the BB KAL on G+. Translation: I’m participating in a KnitALong with about 100 knitter friends on the social network Google+. We voted to cast one a lovely shawlette pattern called Bashful Butterflies on August 16 and post pictures, questions, triumphs, etc. It’s been fun seeing the variety of yarns people are using. The designer, Julia Temiseva, is participating as well. My yarn is Starry, a sockweight Merino superwash in the Deep Seaflower colorway by dreamincoloryarn.com. DS was admiring my progress and the yarn, and expressed a desire for socks in something similar, so I bought him this Malabrigo sock yarn. Since his 21st birthday is tomorrow, I plan to cast on … tomorrow.
Pictured is one control panel for the hospital bed DS was in this weekend. (He’s fine now after some post-operative bleeding.) On the right is a function to “tare” it without a patient in it, so it can measure the patient’s weight AND detect when the patient leaves the bed, as in falls out and can’t tell anyone or tries to sleepwalk or go to the restroom without unhooking various wires. Ingenious!
I had minor surgery today to remove a soft tissue growth on my finger. This is what my hand will look like until I see my doctor next week. Hopefully, the pain will subside before then. The problem with meds and me is that no pain = no brain. Fortunately I don’t have to drive myself anywhere for a few days.
In related news, DS had a tonsillectomy two days ago and we learned the hard way that his system metabolizes out pain meds very quickly. After quite the comedy of errors, we were able to get him something stronger. In a nutshell, since I couldn’t drive, DD had to pick up the scrip, which couldn’t be called in to the pharmacy, she got lost, then the car wouldn’t start for about 30 minutes, then when DH went to pick up the meds, the entire shopping center lost power so the pharmacy closed. When he went back later, the pharmacist was locking up, but opened for him since we urgently needed the new pain meds. All is finally well, except my repertoire of interesting, cold food is running low. Poor DS doesn’t even like ice cream much.
Knitting content: I got in about 10 minutes on a new Broken Rib pattern scarf before pre-op. I will have to drastically alter my knitting style for the next week though 😦
Non-knitters are welcome to skip … or read and learn! Pictured are two unblocked swatches of Starry, a sockweight and my choice for the Beautiful Butterflies shawlette KAL on Google+ that begins August 16. The left is to gauge (US3) but I think I prefer the right (US5). (My code is in the holes.) It should block out a little airier and larger. I considered using US7’s also, but I might lose the stitch definition. What do you think?
In the Filipino dialect of Tagalog, “baon” means roughly “food to go.” Pictured are the two baon bags I brought with me to my first day at ComicCon. I’m proud to say that the only food I paid for was my Starbucks Soy Green Tea Latte and Spinach Feta Wrap for breakfast at the trolley transfer stop. My trusty baon, which included a Gala apple and a previously frozen bottle of Vitamin Water, sustained me until a light dinner with DD at Royal Thai. In fact, I only finished one bag and was able to bring the second bag to ComicCon on Sunday. My mom trained me well.
I’d like to meet the fiber artist whose license plate in a holder advertising the Handweavers Guild of America reads I BWEAV. It might inspire me to actually work on the scarf that’s been warped onto my loom for ?? years. A bonus plate seen this weekend on a Mercedes 350 SL was YYYYYYS. (I probably need a new hobby.)