My Grandpa…

Loves mashed potatoes and chocolate cake.

Dad and Kara

When I was a kid, he used to make me eat as many mashed potatoes as I could, and then a few more.  I think he’d get downright concerned if I didn’t eat a large pile of them every time I visited.  He was right though, there was a family resemblance, and I loved them as much as he did.

He grew his own potatoes, and this is what we often had when we went to visit.  When I was about 10 or 11, he got this wise idea that I should help him harvest his crop of potatoes.  This would require that he teach me to drive the tractor, which he did.  Then he hooked the plow to the back of the tractor and told me to drive slowly through the field.  It was one big disaster let me tell you!  I could not work the clutch smoothly, and would get scared every time the tractor took off.  I couldn’t help but look behind me, and would see him being yanked forward by the plow, desperately hanging on and trying to plow the ground at the same time.  I was too disturbed by the sight of those potatoes being cut in two, their white insides exposed to the mud, to concentrate on looking ahead and driving.  It is no wonder that he never asked me to help again! But I thought it was a wonderful and fun experience.

My grandpa didn’t just grow potatoes, he was quite a residential farmer. He had fruit trees, and he grew grapes, rhubarb, squash, cantelope, watermelon, horseradish, tomatoes, and I can’t remember what all else.  In the early spring when we’d visit, I remember the kitchen counters all lined up with small seedlings ready to be planted. In the summer I’ll never forget how neat and tidy his garden looked to me. He used black plastic to keep the weeds down, and my favorite thing was to run across the black plastic on a hot day after the rain.  There was just something about that crunchy dirt under my feet that felt so strange and alien to me.  Not to mention the hot water puddles!

Grandpa and Grandma used to take us camping when we were kids. This was a great deal of fun for us and Grandma would let us stay up so late that we’d exhaust ourselves completely during the week. We’d go back to their house for an afternoon to enjoy the AC and rest.  Even though we didn’t want to rest all that much, there was something special about that lazy, nap filled cool afternoon.

Grandpa had a subaru for a many years and I thought it was the coolest car ever. It had a digital speedometer before many cars did and I could actually tell how fast we were going. I was amazed and every time we were in the car I’d spend that time watching the speedometer and telling him when he was going over the speed limit.  If my daughter did this to me I think I would end up yelling. I cannot imagine the amount of patience he must have had for me to not say a word!

My Bug is named after my grandpa. My grandpa loves mashed potatoes and chocolate cake. And I love my grandpa.


Sock addictions

I must be struggling with another phase of sock addictions. Because  I just finished another sock. I started these for my Mom as her Christmas socks. Bug picked out the color when last we were out there. The yarn is crazy zauberball.  I suggest winding this yarn onto a ball winder before using it, even though it looks deceivingly like it should work fine in its balled form.  When you pull on the skein, entire sections of color fall off the ball at once, which then tangle as you are knitting with it. This causes me time and frustration!

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The resulting sock though, is quite lovely.  And it has a nice high nylon count for sturdiness.

What a day.

So, I woke up this morning to a laptop that had died a horrible death.  Did I lose a lot?  I am choosing not to think about it.  I knew the thing was old and going to go soon, but I didn’t expect it to go yet.

So, instead of having a relaxing day of small duties and a birthday party for Bug to attend, I spent my day looking at laptop choices and speaking to sales guys.  And seriously….some of the sales guys at best buy?  Well, the one we got I couldn’t even look at due to the greasy hair, dandruff in hair AND beard, and not looking wasn’t much better due to the smell of his breath.

Anyhow, I spent the day looking for a new laptop. But I didn’t purchase.  Because what I WANT and what I can afford are two entirely different things.  So instead I got home, pulled out my geriatric desktop which really doesn’t work, and tried to get it started.  Mind you we’d already been out and about for 7 hours of our day, but since I couldn’t find the power cord, this necessitated one more trip to radio shack before they closed.  I wasn’t even sure if I could get it up and running.  But…I did.  Just barely, as it often freezes upon booting it up, and lasts only about 5 minutes before it crashes, but I have a semi working computer and that will do for now.

Getting out this old desktop has shown me just how on its last legs the old lappy was though, as this old desktop now runs a thousand times faster than the laptop did.  And the laptop felt speedy when I got it!

All that computer shopping not only about blew my mind, but it severely cut into the time I spent knitting this weekend.  Or rather spinning, as that is what really missed out.  I finished the math nerd socks late Saturday evening so at least I wasn’t stressing over those as well today.

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The pattern on these is fantastic. I love how gentle it is, and how it really broke up the variegation.  It isn’t a slip stitch pattern, but it rather looks like it has done the same thing to the finished product.

I suspect these will fit really well too, since I currently have them on and though large on my feet, I don’t really want to take them off.

Weekend goals

I have two goals this weekend.  Three if you could cleaning up my bedroom.  But I won’t be blogging about that one.

The first is to finish the pair of math nerd socks I’ve been working on. And since I am past the heel on the second pair, I think it can be done.

The second goal is to finish spinning this:

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Gorgeous merino roving dyed by bunkybobo.  It will be returning to her in the shape of a 2 ply fingering weight handspun.



This is all I’ve got.  And it is a poor picture because it has been raining and dark for days.   This is my stocking, which took a little longer than the first 3 due to being quite bored of the pattern at this point.  I’ve Bug’s left to do, in green.  I’ve cast on but I am giving myself a free week before I start on it.


I am back and I have precious little to show for it except a relaxing vacation. I’ve frogged the spartan sweater, I frogged the sock I was working on, and I haven’t gotten to a point where I can post new pictures.  So, a quick update will have to do.

And just so I don’t bore you completely, I give you a conversation I had with Bug on the plane during our return trip. (She was feeling a bit motion sick).

Bug:  “Mom, Mom, I think I caught a bee.”

Me: “What?  What are you talking about?”

Bug: “I think I caught a bee.  Or a fly or something.”

Me: “I am not sure I understand…”

Bug: “I feel a little sick….”

An October Sock

I’ve been knitting the stockings for October as you all well know. but I also have a real honest to goodness regular sock in progress as well.  This is a vintage sock in ringwood pattern from Nancy Bush’s vintage socks.  The pattern itself is fun, but I am not really sure how I feel about all the leg shaping in these vintage socks. I’ll let you know after I complete this pair.  The yarn is yarn nerd math nerd and it is about time I used it as I purchased it almost 2 years ago now.

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