I haven’t had a song du jour of the day for a long time, have I? Sorry about that. Well, going into day 5 of a sore throat that makes it difficult to swallow anything, let’s go with Like Eating Glass, by Bloc Party.
Monthly Archives: March 2006
Actually, they do have a baby, they just hadn’t told me yet. Born Thursday evening. I work for the dad, and he was going to tell me at work yesterday, but of course I called in sick. So he called this morning to give me the news, because I’d already told the mom I’d want to visit her in the hospital, but of course now I’m sick. So I can’t. Dang.
And, after all my talk against froofroo baby sweaters, and after I made them a nice manly dark-green-and-white sweater for their new human, they went and had a girl! So unfair. Well, at least I can finally knit girl-things. Actually, maybe I should take Amber up on her offer. They’re moving to Scotland. It’ll be cold…
No, not like the “honk if you love Jesus” thing, though if you want to skip, I won’t try to stop you. I mean, do not bother to read this entry if you are not a knitter, as it will be boring and make no sense to you.
The sweater I mentioned in the March 11 entry is long-done and delivered. The baby, not yet. Poor Gabriele. Anyway, I documented the process and have finally scraped together a page with instructions. It’s a modification of the ubiquitous five-hour baby sweater, and I’m actually surprised at how cute it turned out to be.
I put the pattern up on my free webhost, and it did something weird with the formatting, and I’m too tired now to try and fix it. I Hope you can read it anyway. My first-ever published knitting pattern!
Still sick. House = mess. Yard = mess. Called in sick to work, a job for my webmaster gig that should have taken me an hour took me three days. I am so tired of this.
Those penguins in my avatar? They will go away when there is no longer any snow on the ground. It’s not too far off, yesterday was actually sunny, and warmish, and I was able to dry some laundry out on the patio. Hooray!
But today I am sick. Wretchedly so, with a sore throat (which is my least favorite of all symptoms, even worse than spontaneous eyeball tumors), and a bone-deep fatigue. Fortunately, ~d has saved the day by tagging me for the Universal Meme, so now you have something to read other than how crappy I feel.
Four of the jobs I have had in my life:
- Prep Cook – Sea Galley, Port Townsend WA
- Projectionist – Neptune Theater, Seattle WA
- Canvasser – WashPIRG and MassPIRG. Absolute hell.
- Cook – Last Exit on Brooklyn, Seattle WA
Four Movies I would watch over and over again:
- The Princess Bride
- The Fifth Element
- Galaxy Quest
Four places I have lived:
- Columbus, Ohio
- Frösön, Sweden
- Seattle, Washington
- Munich, Germany
Four TV shows I (would) love to watch if I lived in a civilized country:
- The Daily Show
- Star Trek reruns. Any series.
- Third Rock from the Sun
Four websites I visit daily:
Four of my favorite foods:
- Taquitos from el Puerco Llorón at Pike Place Market
- Mint-chocolate-chip ice cream
- Campbell’s tomato soup (made with milk, not water!) and goldfish crackers
- Real mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy
Four places I would rather be right now:
- In bed, sleeping off this stupid flu or cold or whatever
- Helping Kelly settle into her new house
- Spain. Anywhere except the tourist-hell coast.
- Visiting my brother and his family in Denver
Four people I would tag, except I’m pretty sure they’ve already done it:
All right. Off to bed. Bleah.
The work I didn’t want to do a few entries ago is still getting done. It’s a web site update, so lots of tedious little fiddly-things, which means that I’m too busy to blog and also have nothing of interest to blog about.
I’ve also rediscovered knitting, so I’ll post the pattern for a baby sweater I just made, as soon as I get it looking nice. The pattern, not the sweater. The sweater already looks fine.
I also made a hat, with some scrap yarn. The pattern said size 13 needles and size giganta-huge-a-mongous yarn, and I used size 8s and regular yarn, so it turned out to be a baby hat. A really, really warm baby hat. Um, does anybody have a cold baby? Because I don’t really have anyone to put this hat on.
Yesterday evening I finally remembered to call my future students and tell them I’ll start up the conversation class on April 5th, and also call the woman who’s in charge of the space we’ll be using at the Women’s Center. Evenings are usually the best time to catch people at home, but evenings are really busy for us, so I kept forgetting to call. I thought it was Freudian forgetting, you know, that I was so wigged out by the prospect of teaching that my forgetfulness was sort of subconsciously intentional. But when I finally did remember, I made the calls without any wittering or excuses or out-wimping, so I must have a pretty good grip on my fear after all. That’s good.
Song du jour of the day. The Hippopotamus Song, by John Lithgow. Yes, really. I bought the CD for my kids, but I like it way more than they do.