Thursday, October 24, 2013
NO! I told myself that fall is far too fleeting (alliteration there) to take for granted but myself didn't listen. This is the view from the dining room at an ambitious snow flurry. You can see that the trees have not yet shed all their leaves yet, but tonight will probably do them in, as well as the porch flowers. The flowers are looking pretty whipped already, but there are a few blooms hanging on. I will miss them. We bagged the outside chair cushions and stored them away earlier today; 40 degrees is a little cool to be lounging outside, no matter what the view.
I am totally ticked at my knitting project, a scarf that is supposed to be a gift. I dropped 3 stitches in the middle of the 125th row (of 250 total) and they 'ran' (like a stocking) down several rows. I tried to catch them and hang them again, but I just can't. If I could ravel it back to the row before this I would, but that would only leave me with the entire thing off the needles, all 38 stitches of them. So I kludged a repair that isn't too awful and went on. Hate it. The first time on this pattern, I messed up 4 times; the second attempt only one stitch, and now this. I have been so careful, I don't know what went wrong. Grrrr.
Today I got my copy of my blog from Blog2print. They take your blog between whatever dates and come out with a hard copy, with index, and photos and your selection of a cover, and so on. It is printed on nice magazine-type paper and bound nicely. I did this once before, after 7 years of the blog, but I took it to Office Depot and had it spiral bound. I had the original bound blog done because blogspot had been having trouble ( this is when it was run by blogexplosion) and I was afraid I'd lose the entire thing. I couldn't figure out how to just download the entries, and in the end, a hard copy is better all around. Now no matter how the computer interfaces change (floppies to CDs to thumb drives, for example), I have a hard copy. The copy that came today is for the last 3 years, beginning with the entry when I found out I had breast cancer. Reading through it, I am pretty pleased, it sounds more coherent than I thought it would, since usually I only glance back at the previous entries.
Bumper sticker: "Don't get me started. I don't come with brakes."