Friday Gauge Check: No Internets Edition

It’s time for our Friday rituals, the ceremonies of escorting one week out and preparing the next one. Which, around here, is the Gauge Check, where I take a look at my week and figure out where I’ve come from and where I’m going. Sometimes there are goals, sometimes I just talk about what’s going on in my life and my crafting. You are all welcome to join in in the comments.

Happy… um… Saturday, everybody.  One of the perks of our apartment, we thought at the time of renting it, was that internet was included.  What that means, we discovered later, is that our landlord can (and does) unplug the internet at any time, for any reason he considers valid, without either warning or explanation.  We came home on Thursday night to no internet.  Friday morning, I had it for a little while, and then it disappeared again.  I wasn’t feeling well enough to walk down the stairs and knock on his door, and he wasn’t answering his phone.  According to my iPad, there was briefly internet again this morning, but by 10:30 it was out again.  This afternoon, I’m at the library, so here is my gauge check, and I apologize for the delay.

Last Sunday, we went on a nature walk with a group of unaffiliated Druids, and if you follow me on Instagram (I’m rippingback), you were totally spammed by my pictures of edible native plants of northern Oregon.  (I have no regrets.)  Can I talk again about how much I love this city?  Particularly, I love how I can drive across a bridge, up a windy road, pull off to the side of the road, and go on a nature hike in an area that looks like untouched wilderness (except for the trail itself) but still gets decent cell phone reception.

This was the third time meeting with the unaffiliated Druid group, which gets together every other Sunday.  There was an organizational meeting, one where we talked about two major Druid organizations (OBOD and ADF), and then this one.  Next Sunday we’re getting together to talk about the concept of deity.  Everyone who’s showed up has been nice, and we’ve had a good time.  Apparently there’s very little organized pagan activity up here, and there’s some history of flaking out and schisms of the sort that sound familiar from my days trying to herd Phoenix fans, but the folks I’ve met seem to be good people, if (perhaps understandably) skittish of anything that smacks of organization or permanence.

I don’t really consider myself a Druid per se, but I’m doing some work on the ADF Dedicant Path to see what I learn.  Part of my healing process is re-exploring paganism, because my spirituality has a lot of hurricane damage.

A few weeks ago, I signed up for a job-hunting workshop at Multnomah County Library, and the first one was Thursday.  It’s a small but interesting group of people, and I suspect that I’m going to learn as much from my classmates as the facilitator.

This weekend is the Rose Festival, which is apparently Kind of A Big Deal around here.  I’m not sure if that’s why there was a floral mandala in the middle of Pioneer Square on Thursday, but there was.  I took a picture.

The Rose Festival includes a parade that’s apparently Srs Business around here – as in, people set up tents on the sidewalk the night before to be assured of getting a good spot.  For a parade.  I kid you not.  (I don’t pretend to understand it, either.)

Please understand that last night it was 48 degrees and had been raining off and on most of the day.  Granted, I can’t think of any time that I would want to camp out on a sidewalk in general, but certainly not any that involve temperatures below 50 degrees and rain.

What am I missing?  I mean, it’s a bunch of marching bands, floats covered with flowers, and random groups of people waving (or dancing, or riding horses).  What is it about parades that make people so excited?  Do you guys like parades?  (Yes, I watched the St. Patrick’s Day parade.  From my front stoop.  And a lot of the appeal was that it was just so incredibly bizarre.)

In knitting news, Tuesday I finished the Forest Ridge shawl!  I still haven’t blocked it, mostly because it’s got a serious wingspan and I’m going to have to either clear some major floor space for it or block it on my bed, which is going to take a warm day.  We’ve had a distinct lack of warm days so far this month.  It looks surprisingly  nice for unblocked lace, but not nice enough that I’m willing to take a picture of it.

The SpillyMitt is now past the afterthought thumb placement, and I’m well into the hand.  If all goes well, I expect to finish the first one next week.  Still putting a row per day on the @Leethal Twitter Mystery Cowl KAL.

I still haven’t decided the June project, though I’ve looked at a couple of books.  I was thinking about the Three-Cornered Scarf from The Intentional Spinner, and then I realized that most of my shawlettes are triangular, and I probably don’t need another one.  I also set the twist on my handspun, and it bloomed, and I’m not sure how much of the yarn could be considered laceweight at this point.  Most of it is fingering, I think.  I’ve been considering just pulling a pretty stitch out of a dictionary and creating a rectangular stole, but we’ll see.  The June project may end up being socks.  Does anyone have any good “increase for half the weight of the yarn, then decrease” shawl patterns to recommend?

In celebration of finishing the Forest Ridge shawl, Jack told me to pull the pink yarn off the bobbin and work on something else.  Life’s too short for inferior fiber, he told me.  So I took a look at my fiber stash and decided to take a crack at the alpaca/bamboo blend I picked up at Wool ‘n Wares during the Rose City Yarn Crawl.  I didn’t spend much time working on it, but it’s incredibly soft and I can’t wait to sit down with it again. (Excited about spinning? What kind of crazy talk is that, right?)

Oh, and I also added a few more rows to the Gnarled Oak Cardigan, which is now up to 14″.  I… am in the knitting black hole on this project.  A row feels like it takes forever, and I feel like I’ve been knitting on it forever, and yet have made no progress.  I keep measuring.  It doesn’t get any bigger.  I’ll be in the corner, sobbing into my eternal stockinette.  Next time, I keep telling myself, next time I’m going to knit a cropped cabled pullover with negative ease.  Except that I would look terrible in a cropped sweater.  But next time I’m definitely going to pick a sweater that isn’t mostly stockinette knit flat.  Whoever invented purling should be ashamed of themselves.

That’s been my week.  Check your gauge in the comments, no matter what day it is.  Or tell me your funny never-ending knitting project stories.  Or why you like parades.



~ by Amber on June 9, 2012.

One Response to “Friday Gauge Check: No Internets Edition”

  1. I like parades. I like to watch them, I like to be in them.

    It’s a…thing, I guess.

    I think I like them because most involve dressing up in some way if you’re in them, thus satisfying my long-denied cosplay urge.

    As far as watching, I like to witness the creativity (floats) and horsemanship of others. Also I am a ginormous sucker for brass bands (and occasionally bagpipes).

    That and there is not much else to do out here.

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