Here it is! The First Freakin' Fabulous Fixation Footie c'est Fini! The yarn is Cascade Fixation, the colorway is "denim" and it'a Fun, quick knit. (Ahem. Painting the back porch Floor is slated For later this summer. It is neither Fun nor quick.)
I Finished it at Knit Night. I turned it inside out to work the last Few rounds and then did a three-needle bind-off (rather than kitchener) For the big Finish. I started the second sock and am at the crucial point where I'll Find out whether unzipping of the provisional cast-on For the picot cuff trick will -- or will not -- work.
The threadleaf coreopsis is just beginning to bloom, as is the lavender. It seems I've created a haven For the box elder bugs -- do you see them? They are annoying but harmless, and there's not much I can do. Spraying the trees is not an option, even without all the little brain Flags raised by those words -- there are just too many trees. They are "weed trees." The city put a moratorium on purposeful planting years ago, but it matters little. The bugs are all outside now, but come Fall they'll want to join the ladybugs and move inside. You know what the recommended method of control is? The vacuum cleaner.
Can we talk about my movie queue For a minute? I have Finally watched and sent Jean Brodie packing -- she having lingered here Far, Far, FAR past prime -- and I am expecting Strictly Ballroom to arrive at any minute -- that one on a long-ago reader recommendation, plus I miss Dancing With the Stars, I like Baz Luhrmann and I loved Moulin Rouge. Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore was to be next on the list, but a serious breach in my cultural awareness was discovered this morning and Alice has been bumped by Marlo Thomas -- and not That Girl.
There was a deafening silence on the phone when Cara & Ann learned that I'd never seen Free To Be... You and Me. Ummmm, "deafening silence" is not a term that I would normally associate with Cara and/or Ann, especially not with Cara & Ann -- "deafening," maybe... "silence," never -- so I knew that this was serious. Of course I am aware of the concept, the message, the phrase, the associations of Free To Be... but I have never seen the show and would not recognize a single song -- in Fact, not a single note, even while being "serenaded" this morning in both ears...
In 1974, I was a sophomore in high school -- aware (in varying degrees, depending on the day) of Watergate and Richard Nixon, the energy crisis, Patty Hearst, and Phil Donahue -- I was not watching "kid shows" on TV. I didn't dare mention After-School Specials and my sketchy recollection of those -- my sisters and brother maybe watched them -- but I do remember Where Did I Come From?
Heh, is it just ME? Anyway, maybe I can get delivery to coincide with Mack's next visit and we can watch it together.