One casualty of this sleep mania I’m experiencing is that it seriously cuts into my most prime knitting time: late at night, parked in front of some movie featuring Julia Roberts. I’m not giving up, mind you, but I’ve GOT to figure out some system for getting enough knitting done.
My Fair Isle Starmore project is officially parked for the duration. In its place, I’ve just returned to the sort of soul-satisfying, open-ended (that is to say, interminably long), yet very portable project:
This project, a blanket for Clif, has been in the works since last spring break, and I did righteous work on it this summer. But now, having to cram knitting into various daylight activities, I find that these log-cabin squares are really working for me.
The recipe for these squares can be found in this entry from last summer, which will also get you jonesing for a deviled egg.
Sleep Challenge 2010 Update
I don’t how whether to credit this to the Sleep Challenge 2010 or not. But this morning I did something I never seem able to do:
The stupid KenKen puzzle in the Sunday Times. I try every week to do the Sunday crossword, to varying degrees of failure, and when I get really irritated I try the KenKen puzzle, which also rarely goes well. But today I sat down and filled in the squares, bingbangboom.
Another weird thing: in an effort to follow Michael Pollan’s Rule #39 (Eat all the junk food you want as long as you cook it yourself), I made my own Strawberry Pop-Tart:
And I made some supernutritious bean soup from a present my sister Buffy sent me.
Soaking a dried bean has to be one of the more satisfying things a person can do. (What a colorway for a blanket.) And talk about feel good: the beans and cornbread mix came from the Women’s Bean Project, a nonprofit in Denver whose mission is “helping women break the cycle of poverty and unemployment. We are a nonprofit organization that teaches job readiness and life skills for entry-level jobs through employment in our gourmet food production business. Women come with the goal of transforming their lives and moving toward self sufficiency.” They’re having a bean soup mix sale right now! Give beans to your friends!
Of course, I spent a nice long time patting myself on the back for this sudden burst of wholesomeness.
I turned to organizing my yarn basket. As I reached the bottom, I found a little reminder that I have a long way to go in my quest for a smug ‘n’ sanctimonious life-style.
What IS that thing?
Is it . . . a Frosted Brown Sugar Cinammon Pop-Tart?
In the bottom of my knitting basket?
Why yes, I do believe it is! Perfectly preserved. Looks just like it did on the day I lovingly removed it from its mylar package, back in . . . July, when I took it to a lecture at the Assembly so I could sit in the back and eat it while knitting.