While I have been plugging away at the Leyburn Socks and Inebriate of Air, neither looks like much more than you last saw them, so I'm not wasting bandwidth on progress pictures in which the progress is imperceptible.
Instead, I'll torture you with a peek into our mundane life.
The good: There was some cleaning done. As you may recall, I've got a temporarily defective shoulder. This week, we discovered that the problem may be related two some ribs that are out of alignment (ribs? really?). New therapy has included some chiropractic adjustments, some new exercises (I got introduced to new machines) and some deep tissue work in new places that has left me sore. Why is that relevant to the cleaning? Because I can't do it.
Luckily, Golf Pro came to my rescue:
Yes, it's Hot Tub cleaning time. I chose now for three reasons:
1) I've been told that it would be a good plan to treat my shoulder and ribs to a hot tub visit before my next adjustment;
2) It got down right chilly last week, and some folks I know have dealt with actual frost -- so Hot Tub weather is not far away; and
3) This week it's quite warm! So no one has to freeze to death to get the job done!
We drained it, and sprayed it out, and vacuumed it, and sprayed it, and vacuumed it back out, and sicced Bookworm on it (she got in with the cleanser and did round one), and sprayed it out, and vacuumed it, and then sicced Golf Pro on it.
Once it was all clean, we started filling it.
I then discovered that the back-stock on the magic thing that keeps us from having to use chlorine in the hot-tub had not been restocked. We had NONE! ACK. Thanks to the internets, I discovered that there is a shop about four miles away that carries it. And better still (to a gal staring at no hot-tub without such a thing, and a clock that says 4:30 p.m.), they were open until 5:30!
I dashed right out, bought some, and dashed straight home. And when I returned the tub was already this full.
The good? By the time dinner is over, the tub will be full, and heating up... and by bed time the water is likely to be warm enough to actually get in there! (Point 4 in why one should clean the hot tub and refill it while it's still warm out).
The bad: Bookworm's allergies got the best of her at school today, and she had to come home to hide in the dark with sinus and headache medicine.
Gabriel says: "Not Now. We has a headache"
Last night, I got it into my head that I needed some additional lace to knit to keep me from altering the Inebriate of Air pattern so far that no one would be able to discern its beginnings in the Emily Shawl. So, I peeked into the basket by the knitting chair, and re-discovered a prize from Seasons of Lace -- a kit to make Susan Pandorf's Dragonfly stole!
I got all stupid, and decided that rather than get my lazy bum out of the chair and take the yarn up stairs, set up the swift and winder, and wind the yarn like a sane person, I'd do it by hand.
Somewhere, something went badly wrong
I have NO idea how I got from a hank over one shoulder to this mess....
But I am stubborn. I will persevere. I will cast on this project! Before the WEBS order with my Valley Yarns Silk for Evenstar arrives...