Knitting: April 2008 Archives

Spring, and a Girlwich's thoughts turn to (in no particular order):

1. Legwarmers. I have finished the brown ones and am currently wearing them (or I'd take their photo for you). They are wonderful. I want to wear them all the time. Because that would lead to smelly legwarmers, I have already begun knitting Pair #2, in a pretty pinky/purpley Lornas Laces DK called Valentine I received from Anna a wee while ago. Anna, they're going to be beautiful.

2. Birds. My cat would like me to mention that. It is highly amusing and/or endearing to watch her get all excited about the increased bird noise and activity around our windows. She chatters at them; she lies in wait, hunkered down on the window ledge; she takes sudden leaps into the screen. It's hilarious.

And I quite like going to bed to the sound of birdsong. Yes, Annabelle, I am going to bed at your wake-up time again. Really folks, it's a hoot; A. will text me sometimes when she's just woken up, and I get the text in bed, having just laid down to sleep. And we have a little chat, and she goes to work and I go to dream about #3:

3. Boys. You knew that one was coming, didn't you? Been getting some entertaining emails from a new one, whom I've not met yet. But at least his emails are interesting - more imaginative than the usual lot. Also, there are the fleet of adorable bike boys who hover like a crowd of angels or elegant moths in the vicinity of my bike shop. Sigh. I wonder how many of them I could fit in my messenger bag.

4. There are cherry blossoms in Central Park now. All of a sudden, boom. Explosions of fluffy whiteness everywhere. Like snow laid on by fairies. (I know, I am getting fanciful, but you should see them.)

5. God-damned awful work schedule keeping me from enjoying all of this a bit more, but I suppose I am lucky to have the work. When I did my taxes and looked at how much I made last year, I was shocked, and couldn't understand how I'd actually managed to survive on so little in such an expensive town. I guess I must be better at managing money than I'd thought. Or else I wiped out more savings than I thought. Or a little from column A and a little more from column B. Anyway. Let's just leave #5 by the side of the road and hope it gets run over by a local bicycle team, shall we?

6. Not entirely unrelated to #3 (math geeks, there is a joke in here for you): I have a few additions to The List. Item the First: David Oyelowo. Oh my fracking god.

Item the Second, Robson Green. I know, I've mentioned him before; he's been at or near the top of my list for years, but his series is back on with new episodes, and I am getting a fix every Sunday night, so I must present him again for your enjoyment.

Items the Third and Fourth, Sam Troughton and Jonas Armstrong, who play Much and Robin, respectively, in BBCA's retelling of Robin Hood as a form of teen rebellion. It's marvelous, and the concept works, and it has a lively, independent Marian in it, too. FYI, I put Sam first because I find him hotter, despite his being relegated to the status of sidekick.

And while I am slavering over BBC actors, puckish little Burn Gorman from Torchwood is a bit of alright, too.

Since it is spring, I am taking open nominations for new List members. Vote early and often, my friends. Tell me whom you love and why I should love them, too. In fact, let's make it a meme. Give us your To Do Lists, be they ever so quirky, kinky, or plain. Please alert me if you blog about your list, because I love to read such scurrilous matter. Behold, it's a Rite of Spring!

* The title of this post is a Nemo quote, from Dude Crush the turtle. He's on my List, too.

Gak! I have written and rewritten this post three times already. Sometimes nothing seems good enough for the outside world. All my efforts seem to fall flat, like those banners in Soho that have holes cut in them to let the wind come through so they don't topple the poles to which they are attached and fall on unsuspecting pedestrians below.

But really, that's not what happened today. What happened today was:

1. I got the cranks I desperately - oh so desperately - needed. I won't actually have them in hand for probably another week, but I am guessing that even if my knees agreed to let me bicycle, my shoulder would have something to say about it. So to wait another week is probably a good thing. In theory. In reality, I am like a racehorse that's not getting taken out to run. Ever see one of them? No? Okay. Ever see one being put into the starting box and freaking out and trying to leap vertically up and out of it so it can run free? Yeah. That's me, all right.

Anyway.

2. I got the deadline extension I so desperately needed. Not as long an extension as I had hoped, but I think it will be enough. And she was pretty nice about it. (Thank you, oh client lady. A blessing on both your publishing houses. And so on.)

3. I went for a walk in the park, and there were daffodils. Daffodils are just excellent.

4. My long-dreaded tax bill, while it is higher than I can actually pay at the moment, is so much lower than I was afraid of that I practically did a jig when I got the package from my accountant. (Note: I did not quite actually jig, because of all my various injured bits, but under normal circumstances I damned well would have. I like jigs.)

5. The new season of BSG starts tonight, and I have much geekery goodness to look forward to in a mere 3 hours and 50 minutes. And BSG has been getting me through my long work sessions all week, because the beloved Sci-Fi channel has been playing reruns from last season from like 1 am to 3 am, which is perfect for my work-till-1-am schedule.

6. If you made me blonde and changed my facial structure a bit, I think I'd look just like Starbuck. Well, okay, my tattoos are different than hers, but you get the idea. She's a swimmer, you see. And she rocks so hard. So...well, I am just saying. I pretty much am Starbuck, minus the drinking problem and extreme self-destructiveness. Okay then, I'll be getting into my Viper now. See y'all later.

PS. Look-look! I finished my first legwarmer yesterday. It fits, sorta.

PS2. I spoke to my bike builder on the phone, which just cheered me up by proxy somehow. He was all excited about the cranks, too. See? GEEKERY.

PS3. A big thank you shout-out to Boywich, who handled the cranks transaction for me as partial repayment of a debt. It was fun to get text messages about cranks that were made before cell phones were even a twinkle in Alexander Graham Bell's ghostly eye.