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arguchikREADING: I just finished Ursula LeGuin's Very Far Away from Anywhere Else. It's a lovely little book, only ~130 pages of w i d e l y spaced type. I really liked it. I'm almost done with Jane Ganahl's book, Naked on the Page. It's so-so. I'm getting tired of it, which is why I haven't finished it yet.
WEARING: Sweats and a zippy hoody sweatshirt at the moment. Bare feet with bandaids on the blisters I gave myself yesterday. Harumph.
PLANNING: C-I tonight, followed by (perhaps) a viewing of Burn After Reading, a new offering from the brothers Coen. It looks, in previews, to be a good 'un. Tomorrow I'm going to yoga at 11:00, and I have some other shit to do during the day, then it's out with a friend of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glaucon's who's visiting from out of town. Sunday there is talk of going to the Ballard farmer's market, for the getting of beets and the making of borscht.
KNITTING: I'm almost done with my Strawberry Lace Cardigan. I knit a few rows on the second sleeve (the last piece I have to knit, aside from the belt) last night, and had to put it away when I realized that I had left out 2 rows, like 2 lace repeats back. There is no way to fix it without ripping, and I can't leave it like it is. The mistake is too obvious, and it would also make the sleeve a different length than the other one. Fuuuuuuck! It's not the end of the world or anything--it only took me like 30-45 minutes to knit the rows I have to rip out. It's just a tedious process, because there will be all these live stitches that I have to get back on a needle before they ladder down to the depths of hell, by which I mean far down the sleeve, thus necessitating the wielding of a crochet hook. (This is superwash wool, which means the yarn is slipperier than regular wool, and more likely to ladder down--i.e. to "run.")
WEARING: Sweats and a zippy hoody sweatshirt at the moment. Bare feet with bandaids on the blisters I gave myself yesterday. Harumph.
PLANNING: C-I tonight, followed by (perhaps) a viewing of Burn After Reading, a new offering from the brothers Coen. It looks, in previews, to be a good 'un. Tomorrow I'm going to yoga at 11:00, and I have some other shit to do during the day, then it's out with a friend of
glaucon's who's visiting from out of town. Sunday there is talk of going to the Ballard farmer's market, for the getting of beets and the making of borscht.KNITTING: I'm almost done with my Strawberry Lace Cardigan. I knit a few rows on the second sleeve (the last piece I have to knit, aside from the belt) last night, and had to put it away when I realized that I had left out 2 rows, like 2 lace repeats back. There is no way to fix it without ripping, and I can't leave it like it is. The mistake is too obvious, and it would also make the sleeve a different length than the other one. Fuuuuuuck! It's not the end of the world or anything--it only took me like 30-45 minutes to knit the rows I have to rip out. It's just a tedious process, because there will be all these live stitches that I have to get back on a needle before they ladder down to the depths of hell, by which I mean far down the sleeve, thus necessitating the wielding of a crochet hook. (This is superwash wool, which means the yarn is slipperier than regular wool, and more likely to ladder down--i.e. to "run.")
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