Sunday has dawned, hazy and muggy, and with still no rain. It’s getting to be really dry — not Silicon Valley summer dry, but definitely not midwest-normal. We’ve only had one real serious rain in May, which is (I’m told, and have seen bits of) normally a very wet month here. Some of our baby trees are not doing so well; the rosebushes may be dead; the lilacs barely bloomed at all. Hopefully soon rain will come, and make sure there’s a decent growing season to supply things like my mad desire for fresh sweet corn, what fruit didn’t end up with problems because of the early thaw and sudden subsequent freeze, and so forth!
The lack of rain when we want it, clearly, means what we should expect is that we’ll get the World War Two Jeep on the (massive) rented trailer today in preparation for taking it to northern Ohio tomorrow, where it gets to join some other WWII veterans in a parade… and overnight, the skies will crack open, drenching the topless Willys, making the drive a knucklebiter, and — how trite could we be? — raining on the parade.
It’s going to be a long day tomorrow, so I’m trying to get as much done today as I can, and that includes having a look-see to tell if I’ve got a decent enough set of photos to show more about plying sock yarn. And it looks like I’m getting closer! Wednesday or thereabouts, we’ll be looking into the step-by-step details showing how this happened:
and it includes the fun stages like this:
and the self-taken one-handed action shots like this:
But, I think there’s going to have to be some video, which in turn will mean different yarn spun and plied; so exactly when it happens, Wednesday or thereabouts, is going to depend on the yarn getting spun, plied, shot in video while being plied, me explaining as I do that, a little editing, and a few more pictures. If I get that all done by late Tuesday, I’ll be surprised.
Thanks, everyone, for your words of moral support and empathy regarding the dentist! The truth is, I’m a dentist-phobe. I have often said I fear dentists more than I fear the zombie apocalypse. After all, everybody knows what to do in the zombie apocalypse — you board up the house, don’t let ’em in, and you have to shoot them in the head and not get bitten. Easy. Dentists? Much, much harder to survive. But in the past year, I’ve made great strides in overcoming my fear of dentists, and I’m terribly proud. I almost feel like a real grownup or something — in time to be of an age when I’d be simply losing all my teeth if I lived without modern dentistry, so it’s not like I can claim any major achievement for it, I suppose!
I’ve got another problem to solve today, it turns out. There’s less than half a repeat worth of yarn left for my travel project, the Elaborated Print o’ the Wave Scarf…
Half a repeat of it is not enough to sustain me for a drive to the other end of the state, and back. So, I’ve got to hurry and come up with another travel project too. Uh-oh. I’m thinking maybe I’ll swatch this by making a scarf:
But then again I could make myself a trangle scarf/shawl thingy from this:
or I could see if I dare go stupid fine on the travel project — probably not desirable since I’ll be in the truck — and play with this…
or I could be realistic and decide what I’m going to do with Pagoda here…
and you know what the truth of the matter is? You know what’s really going to happen? The same thing that happens every time I face this quandary: I’ll pack the materials for 3 or 4 different projects, and the tools for several others, plus a spindle and several batches of fiber. Because, you know. I could be on the road with nothing to do, and that would be a disaster. So instead of taking 6-12 hours worth of stuff to do, I’ll take a month worth of stuff to do. And then I’ll do 4 hours of stuff all told. Phobic about not having a project, Abby? Guilty as charged. But there is no way I’m alone in that, is there?
I didn’t think so.