I don’t hate knitting socks. Socks are fine. I’d post a picture, but I’d really rather be able to show one whole sock. Call it a design error on my part. I finally turned the heel and thought, “A good sock would have ribbing here so it will stay up.” I hate k2p2 rib.
I knit k2p2 rib for thirty minutes and think, “That baby blanket needs work too.”
I’ve knit a couple of thousand stitches this weeken, sitting out on the terrace in the warm weather, but seemingly little progress has been made. I could have finished a scarf in the time I’ve spent on that sock.
But, it has been a wonderful weedend. The weather has been perfect. I got three good bike rides in: one down to Borough Park on Saturday, one up through Brooklyn Heights and down to Red Hook and the Columbia St pier on Sunday and today one down First and Second Avenues almost to Bay Ridge. The last was an hour, and after the first few minutes of stiffness, I was fine. I was not winded and I probably could have lasted another half hour easily.
My butt, however, will enjoy the next few days off the bike. Brooklyn is not a paradise of pavement. First Ave is Belgian paving blocks and railroad tracks. Second Ave, at the northern end, is ruts on top of potholes. The rest of Brooklyn is covered in hills and idiots who park in the bike lanes.
Inspired by Sean’s nostalgic shots and in response (sorta) to those who are still waiting to see the A side, I give you this, the college mug-shot.
One of my best photos.
That’s what I looked like twenty years ago, back when I had hair (thinning, yes, but still hair), wore contact lenses, weighed 107 lbs., and worked as a resident assistant in a mega-university in Texas (room 511). That’s a five-o’clock shadow you see, which is now more of a five-o’clock ghost, a skinny, black suede tie–it was the ’80’s–and a Army/Navy store uniform shirt from what had to been the smallest US marine ever to have lived. I loved that shirt. Oddly, my eyebrows were darker then.
Sadly, I was trying to be straight then.
