What comes next

So little to write about, and so much time.

I’ve been working on my Boreas cardigan still, just slogging away on the collar. Next comes the front bands and *shudder* the zipper. I lived through sewing the damn thing up. Next time, I may try crocheting the pieces shut if I actually make another sewn knitwear garment. Now to figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of the Corriedale roving that’s left. There’s roughly 2 oz left, and I think I may go ahead and spin it like the rest.

The Derek Chauvin trial ended with the verdict today. Guilty on all three counts. Which is a delightful surprise and not nearly enough. Justice would be if George Floyd were to leap up out of the grave and go home to his family, where he should be. And then there are all the others. Elijah McClain. Sandra Bland. Breonna Taylor. Deontae Williams. Michael Brown. Trayvon Martin. Tamir Rice. So many others, whose killers are still among us. It is an outrage, and there are no easy answers for how to get out of this. People can’t seem to let people who look differently from them alone.

Look at me, getting politics into my knitting. I should stop now.

Work is slogging along. I am looking around like a mole that’s finally dug out into the sunshine of the open field, and I’m not sure that I’m happy doing what I’m doing. It’s a terrifying feeling knowing that you are carrying your family’s health coverage on your back, among other things.

Politics encompasses so much in our lives, including how we play after work. I think I want to write more about that, but it’s almost time to cut out for the day and get ready for my dull and late shift tomorrow. See you.

Music to Spin By: Cozy Friday

Today, we’ve had an April snow. 6″ of April snow. So this is a list of all the things that would cheer me up on a cold, snowy Friday night.

  1. Start Wearing Purple – Gogol Bordello. No, it’s not very Goth. But it is fun. All of Gogol Bordello’s music is fun, and when I listen to it it makes me happy. Give it a try.
  2. The Night is an Ocean – Winter Aid. This person makes some lovely music.
  3. Elegy for a Solitary Year – Jill Tracy. I love Jill Tracy. She’s a brilliant pianist and composer. This is an instrumental piece, an improvisation that is thoughtful and sweet and a little dark. If you need some new Giftmas music, try out Silver Smoke, Star of Night.
  4. Piece for Solo Flute – Dead Can Dance. An old favorite that I have to listen to a couple of times a year or so. It has a breathy, wooden flute sound to it. I doubt that it is, there are ways that you can get a silver flute to sound that way (or a synthesizer).
  5. Wish You Were Here – Rasputina. Somehow it sounds better when it’s played on cellos.
  6. Pink Moon – Nick Drake.
  7. I Often Dream of Trains – Robyn Hitchcock. I used to sing this to BabyGoth to get her to sleep.
  8. Sea, Swallow Me – Cocteau Twins and Harold Budd. This whole CD, The Moon and the Melodies, was also a big bedtime favorite.

That’s about it for today. It was a long, brutal week that felt like all of us at work were on our own. Which we were. Have a lovely weekend and dream about whatever you like best.

Running up that hill

Not just a song title, it’s how I’ve been feeling in my day job lately. I’m more and more unhappy every day; nobody is happy with the things I’ve been doing, least of all me, but I can’t leave. Health insurance and retirement money. So there it is, and I have to deal with stress in ways that don’t involve me getting on the roof and taking out my neighbors. I’m joking about that part. Yes. Joking.

Spinning and knitting have helped a lot. Which leads me to working on my sweater today.

I finally finished sewing up the seams! WHOOOOOO!

I’m so glad that’s over. It was…not as awful as I had thought. There was a lot of encouragement from Twitter this morning when I woke up, so that helped. I also got introduced to Patty Lyons’ YouTube channel, which also helped.

The seaming isn’t that great. The seams are really obvious. But they’re done! And the cardi is almost done, which is a big deal for me. Now I can try it on, which is a little terrifying. This cardigan isn’t designed for short, round like a basketball me. It isn’t. Almost nothing made by humans is. But it’s almost done. If worst comes to worst, I can give it to somebody who actually needs something warm.

It mostly fits. But it’s not done yet. Tomorrow, the collar.

A picture of a gold colored wool sweater draped over the back of a gray couch.
Almost done

New Moon

It’s the new moon today. A new start for all sorts of things.

Today I’m trying to finish my Boreas cardi. I washed and finished another skein and I’m sewing up the rest of the sleeves and the left side. Just a band and collar – and a zipper – to go.

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate sewing a knitted garment together? Because I do.

A picture of a side of a gold-colored knitted cardigan.
Yep. It’s a seam.

This week I’m finally going to start working on a cowl. It’s going to be a challenge. My brain won’t allow me to have anything right up against my neck, so it’s a cowl but not too cowl-y, if that makes sense. There will also be either bats or spiders, I haven’t decided which. Maybe some lace to make it longer/keep it off my neck? Hmm. We’ll see.

Family Day in Plague Times

Yesterday was our Family Anniversary. 19 years ago yesterday, we brought BabyGoth home from her first parents. I remember that day, all of it: the shock of seeing that nobody showed up to support her first parents at all, the terror of putting on a set of baby clothes on an actual baby for the first time, the car drive home. All of it.

Our family anniversary and BabyGoth’s birthday are both important celebrations in our house. This year was the first time that she actually suggested celebrating. All on her own with no prompting from other people, I hear. DadGoth made a reservation at a nice restaurant with a big outdoor patio, as she’s not going to be able to come home for the next month.

BabyGoth had an adventure getting to the place, involving 2 trips to the dollar store for a phone cable, an exciting part of the ride where her phone outright failed with the first charger, and her going to the wrong end of the parking lot. But we found each other.

Lunch was good. It’s a surreal feeling having a grown-up conversation with your baby, including the joy that she is trying some hobbies that you loved for almost all your life. I wished that we could have stayed there for the rest of the day.

But she had plans, and it was time for the three of us to go.

It felt a little like the end, like the last time we’d be able to celebrate our family anniversary all together. Last year we celebrated at home – takeout from an Italian restaurant, and board games. In the past year, BabyGoth graduated high school and started her first year at college, and began the final stages of moving away from us to start her own life.

We didn’t become an official family in our state’s eyes until 6 months later. That wasn’t nearly as big a deal as our placement day, and we don’t make as big of a deal about it. This was a big, life-changing day. There’s a lot more about that day, but that’s something I won’t be sharing. Happy family day.