I actually had time to post this past weekend, and plans to do so as well. Which isn't to say that it wasn't a busy weekend. On Saturday morning, the girls and I got up fairly early and headed to the farmer's market, where we bought all kinds of goodies, including three ears of corn (seriously, who has corn out this time of year? I must admit I'm wondering how good it'll be, but I had to try) and nopalitos that I'll be cooking up for dinner tonight (once I remove all the little thorns). Mmm... Not to mention the lovely fresh asparagus and English peas. I adore English peas.
Then it was off to a soccer game (and can I just say that I really hate it when we have soccer games at elementary schools whose bathrooms aren't open? way uncool), and from there straight to a birthday party quite some distance away. Home for a few hours, then back out again across that distance to pick Older Daughter up, then out to dinner with some friends. Whew!
Sunday was a bit calmer, but it included a (longer than I thought it'd be) bowling fundraiser (Bowling for the Animals; it raises money for a spay and neuter program), which was great fun, but from which I'm still recovering (turns out I must do some funny thing with my forward leg when I bowl -- my muscles hurt). I got to knit during the game, and during the raffle part of the bowling. I also got a comment from one dad during the soccer game who declared that I couldn't possibly knit during the game -- I'd drop a stitch. I told him I only knit simple stuff, to which he replied "Ah. Knit purl knit purl." (I'm imagining a knitting mother or grandmother somewhere in his history.) To which I responded, "Nope. Knit knit knit knit." Either way, I got a lot done. I even got to think about the new (very simple) lace project I wanted to start.
But here's the rub. I had no internet access. Nope, nary a bit nor a byte was moving across the ether. I rebooted every little box in the house associated with the internet (and probably even a few that aren't), to no avail. I called Rick, who suggested that I should reboot all the little boxes. I did it again just to humor him. Nada. I decided that I would just have to reach back into the depths of my brain to remember what it was like during the Dark Ages, when there was no internet, and to survive the weekend by relying on those things which don't require electricity, let alone a cable connection: books and knitting (not to mention kids). I will admit that it was rather disconcerting to notice how often I reflexively head to my computer to check email. It made me kind of glad that I was on an inadvertent ban, and it also made me wonder whether I shouldn't schedule some enforced down-time. But that's another post.
Rick got back into town on Sunday night and called our cable company. It turns out that the problem was quite simple. They'd decided to stop supporting our modem. Without warning. Oh. Well, if that's how you feel about it.
But it's back up and running, and a day has gotten me caught up on email, and this afternoon I finally got a chance to take a few pictures of what I'm working on so I could share. And then my camera wiped everything off of its little chip in one fell swoop.
I don't have the energy to retake all of the photos, but I did finally convince the camera to take, retain, and download a couple of pictures, and I'll share those and then retire from the ring, bowed and bloody and cursing the name Technology.
First, the linen shell.
AAARGH!! Internal errors! Fire! Destruction! The desolation of Smaug! (Oh, wait, that last one is leaking in from our bedtime reading.)
No pictures today, apparently. Trust me, the shell is now about five inches past the joining below the armscye. I also had a credit at The Loopy Ewe and got myself this, and am having a great time playing around with it to find the perfect stitch for a little shoulder-covering stole, and if you want me, you can find me curled up in a corner as far away from anything with a plug as I can get.