Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Turn a Corner, Turn a Heel

I met one of my major deadlines this week, and I think I felt my blood pressure drop by a few points. Whew!

I also made more progress on the red sock I’ve been knitting. I finished the heel flap, which is an eye-of-partridge stitch with a garter stitch edge. I turned the heel, and started the gusset decrease.

The leg and turned heel on a red hand knit wool sock on metal double point knitting needles next to a ball of yarn on a white background.

In the midst of all of the reading I’ve had to do lately, I’ve begun either walking on the treadmill or knitting while I read. Yes, it slows me down a little as far as each of those activities, but I feel better physically afterward. Every little bit helps! (And, no, I don’t attempt to walk, knit, and read together. I have my limits.)

Some people are surprised when they hear about those of us who do things like read while we knit. I should clarify that I only do other things while I’m making simpler knitting projects. The portion of the sock that I’m knitting now is stockinette stitch across the sole, which is about two-thirds of the stitches in a round. I can knit those stitches by feel. The remaining one-third of the stitches across the instep are repeats of either [K1, P1] or [K3, P1]. Those patterns are simple enough that I can fall into a rhythm rather than concentrate on counting. As I said, I knit more slowly but it’s still progress. I like to keep my hands busy even if I’m reading, so it’s a sanity-saver!

On a different note, our family took a break together over the weekend to visit an old friend who was in town competing in an outdoor sporting event. There was a railroad track next to the venue, and while we were there a train rolled through. It stopped after it was partway past, with this train car closest to us:

Graffiti in the shape of the words "Escape Reality" spray painted on the side of a train car with grassy weeds in the foreground and white clouds streaking across the blue sky.

How did it know we were escaping reality at that moment? Sometimes we find artistic beauty, and sometimes it finds us.

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