So what is silfert working on when the mercury soars into the ether? Why, wool socks, of course! Behold the basketweave socks:
Well, that should be "sock", singular. And please forgive my less-than-stellar photography, but you get the idea. Which brings up another thought! On the socknitters.com forum, the question was raised as to whether or not there is still time to knit Christmas gifts. Last year, I made one gift for each branch of the family. Wooden boxes stained "Old Maple", with my special recipe glycerin soap and knitted washcloths inside. Each family was pleased, and the kids argued over who got to keep each box. Since there is NO way I'm gonna knit thirty-seven pairs of socks by December, what would make a good gift? And please don't suggest afghans. My patience is lacking under the best of circumstances.
On the topic of work again, I'm really looking forward to making that shirt. The whole "theft of paycheck" thing is just one of my major peeves. I had an agreement with the Editor-In-Chief to be paid for my column by tacking on a few hours to my timecard. Just enough to cover time spent in writing and research. It came out to a whopping twenty-eight bucks. Per month. After a year of this, Mr. Journalism 101 starts waving the circulation department budget around, saying, "Why are we paying her this much? Do you really think she's worth it? I didn't approve this!" To which our fearless leader replied, "Uh, gee, I don't know? How did this happen?" Apparently, they only pay five bucks per column for syndicated writers, so I'm way overpriced. After much muffled shouting from me and a brief conference during which I told the EIC "If I didn't enjoy writing this column so much, I'd tell you to take your paper, fold it into all corners and jam it crossways, but I'll settle for knowing that I am stopped EVERY SINGLE DAY by readers who say that my column is the only reason they take the paper", it was decided that I would be paid mileage for driving to interviews and such. Wow. I do my interviews via e-mail, and my research at the library next door to the paper! Let's see, six blocks translates to...two cents, I think. Before taxes. Snarl. I am going to talk to my Catholic friends and get a picture of Saint Lucy for my wallet. Patron Saint of writers, save me!
Which brings us to another segue. History has been made. Dad and I sang in church and I have the tape from the radio station to prove it! We ended up doing a fourth song, "Angel Band". The Michael Nesmith arrangement. Very happy making. I'm gonna make a copy of the tape for Mom S, since she was mentioned during the "Joys and Concerns" part of the service.
Himself has agreed that we should take a blanket and some bug spray into the boonies tonight to enjoy the Perseid meteor shower. We watched for a few minutes last night and saw two meteors and a satellite inside of five minutes.