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A mobius strip has only one side and one edge.

M.C. Escher did a famous poster on it.

In knitting, however, creating a mobius strip by twisting the beginning and end of a row of cast-on stiches is generally considered a BIG mistake and grounds for frogging the entire project. They put it in capital letters: BE CAREUL NOT TO TWIST STITCHES. In over 3 decades of knitting, I never, ever twisted the yarn.

Until last weekend.

I didn’t notice for several rows.

I did learn that there actually are mobius knitting patterns—a book even!

I still had to start over…for the 3rd time (grrrr!) on this particular project. Stubborn fool that I am, I recast, recounted, and carefully completed 3 rows to ensure that twisting was no longer a possibility.

Pictures promised as the project progresses…

CR’s condo is delightful and I am glad we took out time for that. Now I am scrambling to prepare for the 1st of 2 concerts for the Westford Chorus that I sing in. In dog terms that translates to no walk. They are not impressed. Cute, but not impressed.

If only I had a magic wand. The rehearsal photos are online and I am, without a doubt, old. Not even “not young”…I am old!

Oh hell. It had to happen someday.

On the positive side, I am having a blast with life in general, so take that, you youth-tainted mind-set!

I finished the Playbill for the Westford Chorus 2007 season. It looks damn good, if I say so myself. And since I did do it all myself, I *can* say that!

But the program for the concert this coming weekend is another story. On that one, I admit to panicking just a mite. I am finally getting some last minute information (literally!) but now I have other time constraints to works around…you know…work? Laundry? Sleep?

Also, #1 son Phil is coming home tomorrow evening so I expect to have some last-minute schedule changes while he is here. It is not that I expect there to be much time actually spent in his company, but he will be using my car (I offered. It was the least stressful option. He is a good driver so that is okay.) so that will affect my own transportation scheduling. He is a very popular guy, you know!

I am looking forward to seeing CR’s new condo. Note how circumspect I am in identifying my co-worker. It is an accommodation for her comfort level. The last two people who occupied the office cube she is in were also very concerned with online security and did not indulge in any form of casual online identification. Maybe there are spores in the cubicle. But I digress…

Her open house is next weekend. I have seen a video of her new place, but it just is not the same as an in-person, on-site guided tour! Besides, she has a library to die for! She very kindly scheduled it for BEFORE my concert, so I can do both easily.

Phil’s room is mostly ready. There remains an almost dead spider plant and the pack-n-play to remove, along with dust deep enough to use for carbon dating the layers. I cleaned “his” bathroom (the hall one that Stephen uses mostly, but refuses to do the dirty–I mean, clean the dirty–in there.).

And laundry dinging in the dryer. Off I go.

Also-Known-As:

Theories vs Realities

The mythe of having a non-shedding dog is that the house will stay cleaner. While it makes a nice, comforting theory, in reality there are still messes. Actually, the messes are dirtier. Hair balls are fluffy and airy, easy to scoop up and toss. Dirt requires sweeping.

Our dogs may not shed, but they delight in digging and scratching about the yard. The dirt, grass, and leaves catch on their coats and are brought inside and freely distributed. LOTS of distribution. Lots of sweeping. Lots of….sigh….dirt.

Don’t they look the picture of innocence?

But I keep trying.

As the poster child/adult for “all the patience of a boiling tea kettle,” I keep trying to absorb/digest/learn/master/comprehend/complete etc all sorts of things. This years’ (2007) list alone includes:

  • Learn a new coding technology in one fractured session (not happening).
  • Lose weight without changing my eating or exercise patterns, but fantasizing really, REALLY hard (ditto: seduced by homemade buttered popcorn every time).
  • Clean-to-the-point-of-sterility the entire house when it has been left to the dogs (literally) for ages.
  • Create a master plan for holiday decorations whereby they are packed up according to when they are needed as opposed to what fits best in the box next; complete with reminders for next year as to where they are, as well as what they are!

That last one is my current elephant.

It sounds like such a great idea, too, don’t you think? I delay decorating for the season because I know I have to cart down from the attic both huge plastic bins (plus miscellaneous forgotten parcels and boxes) and dig through them for the lights that go outside, the winter-theme holiday linens, the cutesy snowpeople statues, serving platters, signs, reindeer, red bows…yeah…all that stuff.

I read an article this year that said you should try to have at least one Christmas item in each room of your house. I tried that once. I kept finding things I forgot to pack away until Easter! But it *sounds* like such a good idea…

So…back to the elephant. I dismantled the tree and tugged it on to the back porch. Then I opened the big red holiday bins and began to sort. I sorted the lights for the tree in one pile and the lights for outside in another. The lights I have but never use (yup- still in unopened packages) were put in a third pile. They were a really great deal at one time, but…they are white icicle string lights and I have a dark brown house. Not much thinking going on there, now, was there?

I dug through and amassed the table linens, the party trays, the cutsie figurines, and the five boxes of Christmas cards I have leftover from the past few year (yes, also great deals…that will take me at least five years to use up!). This set is supposed to be the easiest and first to access portion of a box because I (theoretically, at least) start these in November.

There was a reason for having all the holiday stockings on top this past year. I was still in the process of knitting them. They go on the bottom, now, because they are the last to be hung for the holidays.

Above them will go the ornaments for on the tree, the new ornament hangers I made, the lights for the tree (see pile one above). I have a lot of ornaments I do not hang but cannot bear to throw away or even Freecycle. Tattered, aged ornaments from when my children were little tug at my heartstrings. I keep meaning to photograph them and give them a decent burial, but I am in denial that they are disintegrating. So I keep them, moving them aside year after year, for the ornaments that are not unsanitarily decomposing.

All this sorting and organizing takes space. Currently, the space it takes is the entire living room floor, the tops of the credenza and the piano, the kitchen table, and the back guest room.

So there is the plan and current status of the project.

The dogs resent not being able to use the sofa in front of the windows, their favorite hangout spot. When I am not working on the piles, they come find me and growl-whine and whoo-whoo until I either go back to it or take them out for a walk (done – long, one, too).

They’re back.

But I keep trying.

As the poster child/adult for “all the patience of a boiling tea kettle,” I keep trying to absorb/digest/learn/master/comprehend/complete etc all sorts of things. This years’ (2007) list alone includes:

  • Learn a new coding technology in one fractured session (not happening).
  • Lose weight without changing my eating or exercise patterns, but fantasizing really, REALLY hard (ditto: seduced by homemade buttered popcorn every time).
  • Clean-to-the-point-of-sterility the entire house when it has been left to the dogs (literally) for ages.
  • Create a master plan for holiday decorations whereby they are packed up according to when they are needed as opposed to what fits best in the box next; complete with reminders for next year as to where they are, as well as what they are!

That last one is my current elephant.

It sounds like such a great idea, too, don’t you think? I delay decorating for the season because I know I have to cart down from the attic both huge plastic bins (plus miscellaneous forgotten parcels and boxes) and dig through them for the lights that go outside, the winter-theme holiday linens, the cutesy snowpeople statues, serving platters, signs, reindeer, red bows…yeah…all that stuff.

I read an article this year that said you should try to have at least one Christmas item in each room of your house. I tried that once. I kept finding things I forgot to pack away until Easter! But it *sounds* like such a good idea…

So…back to the elephant. I dismantled the tree and tugged it on to the back porch. Then I opened the big red holiday bins and began to sort. I sorted the lights for the tree in one pile and the lights for outside in another. The lights I have but never use (yup- still in unopened packages) were put in a third pile. They were a really great deal at one time, but…they are white icicle string lights and I have a dark brown house. Not much thinking going on there, now, was there?

I dug through and amassed the table linens, the party trays, the cutsie figurines, and the five boxes of Christmas cards I have leftover from the past few year (yes, also great deals…that will take me at least five years to use up!). This set is supposed to be the easiest and first to access portion of a box because I (theoretically, at least) start these in November.

There was a reason for having all the holiday stockings on top this past year. I was still in the process of knitting them. They go on the bottom, now, because they are the last to be hung for the holidays.

Above them will go the ornaments for on the tree, the new ornament hangers I made, the lights for the tree (see pile one above). I have a lot of ornaments I do not hang but cannot bear to throw away or even Freecycle. Tattered, aged ornaments from when my children were little tug at my heartstrings. I keep meaning to photograph them and give them a decent burial, but I am in denial that they are disintegrating. So I keep them, moving them aside year after year, for the ornaments that are not unsanitarily decomposing.

All this sorting and organizing takes space. Currently, the space it takes is the entire living room floor, the tops of the credenza and the piano, the kitchen table, and the back guest room.

So there is the plan and current status of the project.

The dogs resent not being able to use the sofa in front of the windows, their favorite hangout spot. When I am not working on the piles, they come find me and growl-whine and whoo-whoo until I either go back to it or take them out for a walk (done – long, one, too).

They’re back.

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