Back home, and this is what I have to show for the weekend of traveling. Wheee.Traveling albums:
- English Beat's Special Beat Service
(also digitised from vinyl)
- Pogues' If I Should Fall From Grace With God
- Sarah McLachlan's Afterglow
Back home, and this is what I have to show for the weekend of traveling. Wheee.


I last blogged this mitten in March. It's been limping along since then. Last night I finished it, all but the shag on the cuff, which will be added when both are done.

It's been since May that I touched these socks. Ever since trying them on, moments before binding off, and discovering the legs were too tight and didn't fit over my heel. Today I slipped a needle into them in a row above the heel, and then wound all the yarn into a cake, including the frogged yarn.
Socks
I’ve read that adolescent girls read books about boys and girls with equal interest, but adolescent boys only read books about boys. Apparently my 12 year son has not yet gotten that memo, because when he saw The Princess Academy on my shelf, he asked if it were any good, and when I admitted I hadn’t read it, he handed it over as my next assignment. Now my son is as unprincessy as the next clumsy, ravenous, awkward, messy 12 year old boy, but he appreciates a good book as much as I do, and won’t let female main characters stand in his way of enjoying a story that ought to be enjoyed.



My Striped Soldiers progress swiftly. There's been a lot of car troubles, and a lot of public transit, and a lot of sitting and waiting for a little ballerina, and that's all good for my most mobile project.



Socks for Soldiers has members who knit using circular sock machines. These helpful members crank out machine-knit legs and send them on to members to finish by adding the heel and knitting the sock. I received two pairs of legs from Nancy Maria. Since this picture they've been put on the needles and will soon have heels.






Our daughter was delighted to learn that our cabin was not only home to humans, but hosted a variety of desert fauna as well. Most exciting were the bunnies. They fearlessly hopped about our campsite, munching on green treats. Naturally she named them all, although most of them seemed to be "Howard". She ran about our cabin, searching for bunnies, shrieking, "Howard? Howard Bannister???"
We also saw a variety of raptors, a multitude of fascinating desert insects, bats, and many kinds of birds, but only was able to photograph the lizards.
We were standing on the trail, admiring this last fabulous lizard. A couple came up, and we let them pass. We thought it was obvious we were observing animal life, but they missed the cues altogether and stomped right up to the lizard, and were surprised when it dashed off the trail. The woman exclaimed "A visitor!" and the man was quickly cataloguing its stripes and spots as it vanished. We hiked off giggling, asking, "Who's the visitor?"
