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Sunny, in the mid-sixties, with a cool breeze

This is the route of today’s bike ride—probably the last one of my 52^nd year, given the forecast for the next two days. The weather was near perfect, though I do like it when the wind is calm. While averaging 10.7 mph, it seems to me that I spent an inordinate amount of time waiting on stoplights.

My employee gave his two-weeks notice on Wednesday, leaving for a better opportunity. While I wish him luck, I’m a bit pissed about the timing. I’ve had to cut two or three days out of my week-long birthday vacation in order to catch up on all the tasks I’ve assigned to him over the past few years. It will be the first time in over twenty years I have worked any one day this week.

I used to take this week off to goof off and party in a very understated way, that is, with no one else. It was a good week to get a tattoo or piercing before summer. In some years I also took the week off to avoid biting anyone’s head off at work, particularly for the 39^th, 40^th, 45^th, 49^th and 50^th birthdays. Getting older makes me crabby. This year I just wanted to goof off alone and with J for a week. And with the loud and annoying Little Monster.

For some reason, the weather almost always seems to suck this week.

I’ve got an eye appointment on Monday and J is going with me to get new frames on Tuesday. I’m assuming that looking at frames on Monday with my eyes dilated will be less than optimal. I’m seriously considering changing frames for the first time in fifteen years or so. I’ve had three pair sequentially with the same frames. I’m not buying anything that makes me look older, though.

I’m probably picking up an iPad this weekend too. Or I might wait until next weekend and get the 3G model. But everyone says that 3G in NYC is a waste of money; you can never connect, so I might be getting WiFi sooner.

I’m working on a baby blanket for said soon-to-be-ex-employee. I thought I had a month or so to work on it, but now I have only a week. Wunderbar. I have also been swatching for J’s sweater. I’ve settled on a design, but I still need measurements.

Clear and cool

Well, at least that is done. Every year I wait until the penultimate day to do my taxes and, at least since I got this mortgage, I’ve gotten a refund. Still I procrastinate.

Jury duty was a wash. I did not get called and the Brooklyn Central Jury Room provides free wifi access. Only one other person was knitting. Everyone else was wasting his/her opportunity.

The three yarns I have tried out for J’s sweater so far have panned out. The Queensland Collection Kathmandu DK and the Lana Grossa Royal Tweed both were too rustic for what we both want in a sweater, but might make a nice winter cap.The Lana Grossa Cashtweed only produced an acceptable fabric on 4mm needles, instead of the recommended 6mm, and would have been prohibitively expensive, particularly relative to the gansey that I just finished. I’m waiting for a couple of yarns from WEBS that he might like the look of and I might tolerate knitting. If those don’t work then he gets to visit some more LYS’s.

And I’m waiting for a new bike to come in. I will be able to lift it with one hand. All drag contributed to my ride will be contributed solely by my excess avoirdupois.

Dark now, but it was a perfect day.

Second sleeve completed. I haven’t done the math yet for the collar; that will have to wait for tomorrow.

Because a blog needs pictures, here are my Malabrigo socks. And my knees. Everyone should see my knees.

Those were tired calves too. I got in 18.6 miles on the bike in an hour-forty.

The city put in a new bi-directional bike path on Kent Avenue and made the street one-way northbound. Every moron in Williamsburgh seems to think it is a great place to stroll or unload the car into. It’s a lane of traffic, people. Just because it’s painted green doesn’t mean it’s grass and you can have your picnic there. Kent Avenue is ruined for biking on the weekend.

Somehow I twisted my knee while of after biking 24 miles yesterday. Going down stairs and getting up after sitting at my desk are difficult, but the ride was worth it.

Carroll Gardens… Gowanus… Sunset Park… Bay Ridge… Bath Beach… Bensonhurst… Coney Island… Brighton Beach… Sheepshead Bay… the Knapp Street sewage treatment plant… some neighborhoods whose names I don’t yet know… Midwood… Kensington… Windsor Terrace… Park Slope and home. Barely winded. In high gear. Mostly.

Got to scare a pedestrian, too. He was crossing against the light and not looking. I can be loud when I want to.

Feather & Fan is at 80%. Twenty rows and the crocheted binding to go.

Finally summery. With a nice evening breeze.

Last Sunday’s Route

Twenty-four and half miles, following on 20.5 the day before.

Feather & Fan

Less than 25% remaining. I’m sorry, it is tedious. It is nice though.

I had a delightfully witty post all ready for Wednesday, but hit the back button on the browser and lost it all. That was dumb, because I already knew that I have more flexibility typing it in TextWrangler and pasting it in when I’m finished.

Cool, a bit damp. Nowhere near as cold as Friday and yesterday morning.

Shopping

Yesterday’s shopping trip was the Container Store in Manhattan. I have a new piece of furniture, a console, which has two main functions: to look nicer than the desk it replaces in the living/dining room and to store yarn. It has glass doors and somehow plastic zipper bags of yarn weren’t the most attractive thing to display. So we had to buy something to put the yarn in to put it in the console.

This is full now, but there is no yarn stashed anywhere else in this apartment. At least, not that I can remember. And, yes, some plastic bags are still visible. I need to do some rearranging. The bright flash also makes it more obvious. The room is usually darker.

While there, we ordered stuff to organize the bedroom closet better, and bought trays and boxes to straighten up around here. I’ve even cleaned my desk.

Going Out

J & I went to a new wine bar on Atlantic Ave. yesterday evening, Donna DeVine (I’m not sure of the capitalization). We each had a fight of reds and some cheeses. The wine and the cheese were excellent. It was a little early and the place was not busy, so it was slow and relaxing. The place has a nice atmosphere too.

Backing Up

The witty post was supposed to be about last weekend’s trip to Dallas to see my mom for her birthday. I can’t remember the last time I celebrated her birthday, certainly not without celebrating my younger sister’s, which is on the same day.

We flew down on Saturday. I took knitting on a plane with me for the first time. Airports and airplanes are much less stressful when I’m knitting, or maybe it wasn’t that stressful because for once I wasn’t flying during a holiday season.

I had no problem going through security with Addi Turbos in my carry-on, but it still took us a while to get through: J wore a shirt with steel snaps, under a sweater. The guy scanned him for five minutes.

Our flight attendant on the way back was a newbie knitter, so we talked knitting for awhile.

At Mom’s we ate and played Scrabble, WordThief and Upwords and vainly tried to complete the NY Times Sunday crossword puzzle. I gained another pound I’ll have to work off before spring, but it was fun.

My older sister and my neice want hand-knitted socks, so I’ll have an opportunity to knit some more feminine socks with brighter colors.

Hoping

I’m hoping for a less stressful week at work. Both of my bosses will be out of town and I’ve finished one round of system testing and the next doesn’t hit me for two weeks. I’ll cross my fingers, but I won’t hold my breath.

And I’m picking up Feather & Fan again this week.

Literally, cold sweat running down my cr–ck. Yes, I went out on the bike today. You would have thought I had learned my lesson yesterday, but, no, I thought another layer on my torso would help. Slap me upside the head. It just prevented evaporation. Sweat ran down my back, chilled by the 15 mph wind I was biking into—let’s just assume I was going 15 mph or more and make that an effective windspeed of 30mph—right passed the love handles and—a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!

I was out two hours and got a full-body workout. One thing about where we live in Brooklyn, almost every place I could bike to is east of here. Which means that on the way out today’s crisp northwest wind was behind me and on the way back it was in my face, arms, chest, belly, thighs and calves, all of which currently hate me and are complaining that I am incredibly stupid. My hip and ankle joints agree.

For the record, I went out Dean and St Marks to Eastern Parkway; down Rockaway Blvd and Rockaway Ave to Ave K in Canarsie; up to Glenwood on E 80th; over to Kings Hwy and then down to Ave L along the service road; across to E 4th where L ends and down to Ave M and over to 59th; then cut up to 51st on 17th Ave; cut up to 12th Ave on New Utrecht; 12th to Dahill; Dahill to Caton; Caton to E 3rd; E 3rd to Terrace/11th Ave; up 18th St to 8th Ave; from there to President St; there to 6th; over to 5th at some point then homeward on Bergen. Google it.

Grapevine Scarf

Wool in the Woods Cameo (rayon) in Rosebud. Grapevine Pattern from Barbara Walker’s First Treasury of Knitting Patterns, altered so that the edges are symmetrical.

I like the pattern. I like the yarn, to a point. Hand-painted yarn, I’ve heard, can be variable from skein to skein and this would be no exception. I had several false starts getting the pink to line up when changing from one skein to the next. There was, fortunately, no appreciable difference in color from one skein to the next. I do like the finished effect.