Now that I'm back in the land of seasons (after nearly twenty years away), I remember now. It isn't the cold or the heat that's so bad, it's the in-between. It's been raining since Friday, here. I feel like people have been pounding on my knuckles with a hammer. It's all very exciting. (Not.)
So, nothing much to blog. I've been knitting in a trance. Round and round the sock I go. I'll get photos once there's something to show. Using the Yarn Harlot's generic sock pattern was a good idea - I figured anyone who knits that many socks has to know what they're doing, and I was right.
The Goober and I have about finished the first round of testing together, and it's going well. She knows the stuff, but what I consider the big success is how she asks to do more. I try to do short bits with many breaks so neither one of us gets tired and frustrated, and every time she says "Let's do more school stuff", I breathe a sigh of relief. We've still got a long way to go before I'm sure this is a success, but at least we aren't at each other's throats - which can happen when parents try to teach their kids.
I'm hoping to get in some more blog posts, soon, but at the least, I have a doctor's appointment Thursday and should be functional after that.
There is a sock calling to me.