It's snowing here, for the 2nd time this week. We got a shitload of snow on Thursday, and apparently everyone in the city left their jobs between 1:30 and 2:00 and traffic was all snarled up. It took people hours to get home. I stayed behind to cover the phones, left at 4:30, took the commuter rail home and got in the house aroud 5:15-5:20, so I proved to be smart for once (although I was kicking myself for offering to stay for a while there -- hey, I didn't know!).
I finished something recently, and haven't blogged about it, probably because I tried to take photos of it myself and they came out crappy. ZMrK took a photo last week which came out much, much better.
I have also finished one of ZMrK's basketweave rib socks:
I haven't worked on Poseidon or Branching Out in about a month. don't ask.
I did spin a little last week!
this fiber that I dyed a couple of months ago. Amazing, isn't it? The dyed fiber looks very loud, but the yarn comes out really subtle. I'm tempted to keep it as a single, but I'm undecided. My spinning still isn't completely even, but I don't really do it much. My plying sucks. I did some Andean plying (I think -- the one where you wrap the single around your wrist and ply the two ends together ) recently, and it was much easier than using two bobbins. The problem with that is that you have to do it all in one sitting, and if you had a pot of tea right before you started spinning and then realize you have to pee while you're in the middle of plying, well . . . you just gotta wait. And you can't cross your legs while using foot pedals, so, believe me, it can get ugly.
Today is baking cookies day at Chez Zanti. Of course, ZMrK is DONE with his baking, so that's done. He did find time to antique the cat:
By the way, that window is his favorite spot right now. ZMrK put a box of suet in the evergreen tree outside that window, so this has been a common sight:
The only thing he is more obsessed with is the Christmas tree, which has been removed until Christmas Day. We decided we had to get an artificial tree when we had a centerpiece with pine in it from my holiday party at work, and he would not leave it alone. So ZMrK bought a $13.00 fake 3 foot tall tree at Target, and was putting it up in the kitchen this morning. Several squirts of the water bottle later he had to remove it. Ken just would not leave it alone -- he tried to eat it! This is what he looked like lurking around it:
I'm fairly obsessed with word games, and have been all my life. I think I get it from my mom. My obsession comes and goes, but it is something I like to do in the bathtub or before I go to bed. My favorite is word fill-ins but my book of those was done, so I found a book of crosswords and word finds that ZMrK had bought me back around 2002 and started doing those again. Imagine my shock and horror (not really, it was more like mirth) when I was doing a word find with the theme of "a.m. TV" and found the grandmother of all bad words hidden in there: