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I started my new job today. My alarm went off at 6:15, to make sure I would get to work on time. I got up made myself a lovely breakfast of slow cooking oatmeal with dates and almonds, got dressed in record time, got out the door with time to spare, and then about half way there, as we were coming up to the train tracks that I didn’t even know were there, the lights started flashing.
Yes a train made me late for my first day of my new job. It was positively farcical — the train traveled up the tracks, then backed up a bit, then another train came up beside it, then the first train moved forward and back again. Finally twenty minutes later the road was clear, and I could finally get to work.
I am glad I had a bit of time off, because if that had happened a few weeks ago I would have been ready to jump out of my skin.
On second thought I have two new family members: my uncle has recently had a baby and my sister recently got married. It’s good to have more family. Strictly speaking my brother-in-law is the newer family member, but I am not breaking my no hand knitted presents rule for him (as happy as I am to have him), no it is my baby cousin who makes the grade.
I realize that babies are almost fictional beings to me — I have no idea of how big they are, what they do, or what they like. The main thing that I remember from my babysitting training is that they don’t like being stuck with diaper pins, even if it is by accident, and it is always better to put the baby down than shake it. So you see, though those points, I am sure, are quite valid, my knowledge is somewhat limited.
I requested a book from the library (The Expectant Knitter: 30 Designs for Baby and Your Growing Family by Marie Connolly) I went to the yarn store and asked about it. Apparently, you should never knit the newborn size and babies don’t like holey things because their fingers get caught in them — I can see that could be frustrating. Here is the beginning of the project I came up with:
It is the “cashmere romper” (Ravelry link), but I am knitting it in machine washable cotton. I don’t think the parents will want to hand wash cashmere and I think the baby will like cotton — I know I do.
I have to say that I am almost ready to knit myself a cotton romper and not care if it looks silly. I used to have one when I was a teenager and wore it all the time. I was remarkably odd, but I loved it. I wish I had kept it, then I could cut it apart and create a new one — but it is probably just as well I didn’t.
Of course one hears a great deal about drinking and driving and how it is a very bad thing, but I have got other things quite wrong while tipsy as well.
A few weeks ago I was in Vancouver and having a glorious time — though I did do something quite painful to my foot then have to stand around for several hours in high heels at my sister’s wedding, which made it swell up and change colour quite impressively.
The first night there I went out for dinner and shopping with a friend. We went to Zeffirelli’s on Robson street, which is lovely as the food is good and not too expensive and the windows all open across one side, and you can look out into the trees. In case you were wondering I did not notice any particular problem with birds or bugs coming in.
We ate our pasta and slurped our wine and then we went shopping, and I am somewhat ashamed to admit it, but I actually bought an acrylic sweater. It was just so pretty and exactly what I wanted, except it was acrylic and I thought it would be no big deal, but in the morning I felt like I had sucked a lemon. I have to say that I didn’t return it though because it was just so cute and the decision was already made, but I really don’t think I would have done it without the expansiveness of the wine helping out. I guess it is a little like going grocery shopping hungry.
A couple of months ago, again in Vancouver, I went out with my sister, again for Italian food — I love Italian food, and again had wine with (and before) dinner. It just took so long for them to seat us and the nice servering staff kept coming to the waiting area and taking drink orders. Then when we left I paid and then when I woke up in the morning I realixed that I had left a 40% tip (on a fairly substantial bill), apparently because I can’t be trusted to do math while drinking either.
The funny thing is that I was not particularly drunk on either occasion, I guess there is a not very deeply buried part of me that likes to buy acrylic sweaters just because they are really cute and tip extravagantly (or else someone who is just bad at math). I wonder if that part is more fun than the rest of me. . .
So much has happened since I last wrote. My sister is married, but not living with the man she is married to, and I am living with a man I am not married to — everything is as it should be more or less (my sister would be quite happy to live with the man she is married to, but I am happy to be living with the man I am not married to).
I got to a bride’s maid for the first time. Which of course means being primped:
You can’t tell, but I have a nice cup of coffee in my hands, so it is all good.
I have moved to the thriving metropolis of Regina. We are very happy with our new apartment and are still putting everything together. Due to not being in the province the week before we moved (see previous paragraph), we paid movers to pack for us. This led to us paying to move an empty Snapple bottle and other random objects of no continuing value.
Finally, I have decided to change — what better time for new years type resolutions than moving to another city. I am quite suspicious of trying to accomplish anything great that you start at the beginning of January — I prefer September and my birthday overall, but surely a new city gives you the potential for a whole new start. If it doesn’t make you feel too tired or exasperated at my lack of initiative (it really could go either way), here is a shortened list of new initiatives:
I have started running.
I have started outsourcing my knitting when I don’t have time to knit all my samples.
I have decided to keep the place cleaner (what else am I doing with my time anyway? — well aside from knitting, please see previous item).
I have decided to stop getting so worked up about work — it’s just a job after all.
I have started knitting a pair of socks (yes, socks — it’s a red letter change).
I have decided to many other things besides, some of which I can’t recall and some of which I don’t care to share.
I will leave you with a glipse of the brilliance that is my sock:
Surely only good things will come of this.