Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that I finished the body of “Time Out of Mind”:
Doncha think I make rawther a handsome vest? And truth be known, I fit my maker quite perfectly…except for one small detail…
The bad news is that the neck looks terrible, rumply and amateurish:
Bwah, ha, ha, ha, ha! You think you can design sweaters, fool? You will be punished for your hubris, and I will lay my vengeance upon you! And you will know my name is The Knitting Goddess!
I have to rip it out and rethink it completely, but I may knit the sleeves first, just to avoid feeling downcast about running in place. I am at a bit of a low-ebb with knitting, I’m afraid. I don’t have decent portable project going and Time is getting to be a very big boy for his age, even putting aside for the moment that his neck is kicking me to the curb.
Meanwhile, in defiance of traditional graduate student lore and angst, the only thing that went right for me today was dissertation writing. The rest of the day was characterized by mercilessly low temperatures,
If I stay in a tight tuck, I may be able to preserve some of my body heat and survive until someone comes to rescue me. Someone with a warmer house.
surly cashiers, and burned dinner rolls. The latter mishap was especially bitter because I was so looking forward to having a roll with my broiled fish, steamed broccoli, and multivitamins, and to have that hope literally carbonized at the last minute, even though it was my own inattention that sealed those rolls’ fate… The agony!
You have no idea how fixated you can become on the idea of a dinner roll when you can only eat thirty-nine things and one of them is “oleomargarine.” (If you are new to the blog, you can get the back-story here.)
If my Berkeley professor was here, he’d ask, “So what’s the lesson?” Based on today’s events, I think the lesson would have to be: spend more time on your dissertation. Although come to think of it, the lesson might also be: hire a cook.
In the plus column, we ordered our wedding rings! They look approximately like this:
We are now deciding what to have engraved on the inside.
We’ve also been in the process of gathering addresses for the invitation list, which is a larger task than you might think, in this age of electronic communication. We have many friends with whom we never exchange real letters, so we don’t keep street addresses for them. But it has been an excuse to get in touch with some friends I contact infrequently.
Today, for instance, I e-mailed a friend of mine who always signs her e-mails with her initial and a line from a song, the cheesier the better, e.g.:
Love, M. “Really love your peaches…”
Upon which the recipient might reply with the signature:
XOXO, E. “…Wanna shake your tree.”
Other strong candidates for lyrics of this sort might include:
More than a woman, more than a woman to me…
I wanna put on my, my, my, my, my boogie shoes…
Goodbye Michelle, it’s hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky…
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!
It’s more than a feeling…more than a feeling…when I hear that old song they used to play…
Even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with ya honey…
And you! You light up my life! You give me hope! To carry on!
Baby, what a big surprise…right before my very eyes…whoa ho, oh, oh, oh…
But now circling back to the subject of those wedding band engravings, what do you think about, “Really love your peaches”?
Me? I think it’s class, pure class.