Well, they're done, "as is". Made from the yarn Moon gave me for my birthday last year. I appreciated everyone's thoughts as I debated their future. I like Deb's idea of testing people with them, and would have followed Mo's advice had I more yarn. I don't mind much that they're different, I think it was that I didn't plan it, and was almost through before I noticed (no control issues here!).
The foot of the sock was finished in the last two days, in-between a bunch of things, including . . .
Making a contraption to catch fruit flies (they have been so bad lately, I even got out the vaccuum one day). It's a glass with a cone of paper with a tiny hole left open an inch above a little wine, it appears to be working (thank you, Jodi!).
Seeing that the temperature of the refrigerator was fifty degrees and rising, rounding up our and the neighbor's coolers, buying ice and moving the contents. Then later in the day it was thirty degrees and falling?! . . . The old old thing is depressed, and I fear no amount of intervention will save it. Research for its replacement has quickly begun.
Banana bread was made in an effort to use up whatever we can, just in case.
And finally, the toe was finished at the pediatrician's this morning, checking on poo Moon's throat and fever (He's been sick for three days, and, of course, started feeling better an hour after seeing the doctor.)
The only other stitching that has happened is on the word a day cloth. Words of late have been those such as . . . "maintenance". . . "care". . . "now" . . . "time". These days are full of a lot of little unexpecteds, but it's ok, things are fine, tired, but really fine.
(My horoscope said that I was supposed to "wax poetic" today, oh well.)
