Blue Sock Two

In my normal distracted, scatter-brained, and bordering on chaotic life, I find that linen does not make for the most portable of knitting projects, no matter how much I enjoy the wearing of the resulting finished garments, either sewn or knitted.  Linen yarn seems to resist all my attempts to remain wrapped in a ball, and it possess a powerful self-attraction, not being able to resist the urge to grab itself and form complex tangles and knots.

It seemed wise therefore, for the Thursday's spell of sitting-and-waiting, that I bring along those tiny size 0000 needles and start the second blue sock.  I actually do enjoy knitting it, aside for the two difficult rows, first the yo, k2tog row where I create the picot edge, and later the row where the initial cast on is knit with the live stitches on the needle to form the hem at the top of the sock.  These, try the patience on such small needles, but they were accomplished without incident.

I even continued knitting the sock into Thursday night.  The darling husband was entertaining himself in front of the TV and I decided to join him.  It was not long however before I was dangerously close to the point of bored desperation.  Luckily G decided to go look something up in some other corner of the house and I was left in control of the remote for a few minutes.  I figured that even a few minutes of mindless entertainment bliss would be welcome so I switched the channels.  G is a charming sweetheart, but how anyone can sit and watch the weather channel for hours continues to confound and amaze me.  I know he is not unique.  I know several highly intelligent scientific types, renowned in their fields who also drive their wives to distraction with their affection for "local on the 8S".

But I digress.

As I flipped the channels I was thrilled and amazed to watch a wall of sea water pouring through the streets of Manhattan.  I picked up the needles and knit in absolute fascination, the needles clicking furiously as the citizens of New York climbed over cars trying to escape the wall of water. 

Have I mentioned that my knitting movie standards aren't always particularly high?  I don't want a movie I actually have to think about when I am knitting, and certainly The Day After Tomorrow was obliging on that point.  I think it is a movie that would not stand up to much scrutiny, but it was more than adequate for background entertainment value.  I might even be able to watch it again and actually see the beginning.   Even G was easily sucked into watching (maybe it was that giant weather vortex that got him) even though I offered to let him change back to the land of endless weather maps.   So we watched through to the end and I got easily got through another inch of sock-knitting:

Comments

[Gina]

I can understand the Weather Channel to some degree as there are some interesting weather-related programs that run. My father, on the other hand, would sit for hours watching/listening to the strange local channel that ran the weather forecast as text and an endless loop of some very "musak" type music. Perhaps it is part of their charm?

[Liana]

Ah yes, The Call of the Wild Weather Channel. :)

We have it on a lot here as well, and there is much grumbling when they have their "new" hourlong series on, and you can't get "local on the 8's". It could be worse I guess. There could be a quiz later!