August 24, 2007

Predictable

About 10 years ago, when I first moved into this house, there was an issue with the garbage pickup. If I put the garbage out the night before, then the truck rounded the corner of my street about noon, without fail. If, however, I didn't remember to put it out until after I was tucked up in bed and thought "Screw it. The truck comes at noon. The truck always comes at noon. I'll do it in the morning." The truck would be outside my house at 7:15am - 15 minutes before my alarm went off. Every single time. I don't know who exactly the City of Toronto had assigned to watch my house...but he was a vigilant employee. It got so that I could predict what time the garbage truck would come according to when I put it out. If I staggered to the curb at 2am, having startled awake with the realization that I had forgotten to put it out, then the truck would come late in the afternoon. This timing ensured that I would spend a whole day staring at the garbage...furious that I had traipsed out under a frozen sky in the wee hours because I just knew that if I didn't get up, my informant would be on the phone to his superiors in 10 seconds. "She went back to sleep Sir. Yes sir. I've ordered the truck for 6:30am. Yes Sir...she does seem to be a slow learner."

This system was so reliable, so predictable, that I understandably came to believe that I controlled garbage pickup on my street (Laugh if you want. I have witnesses) and learned why they call it Murphy's Law, not "Murphy's General Rule" or "Murphy's Vague Guideline".

I was thinking about that yesterday as I worked on the Gansey. When I picked it up for it's 48 hour turn in the queue, taking advantage of the chilly weather...it was 15 degrees (59F) outside. Today..it's turn complete, it is 30 degrees outside (86F) with 86% humidity, which makes it feel like 38 (100F). I must say, as the heat crept up with every moment I spent on the gansey, I felt the spectre of Murphy looming over me. It is way too hot to work on a gansey now. During the 2 days I worked on the gansey, I fixed the front/back error, joined the first shoulder, knit the shoulder straps and picked up the stitches for the sleeve.

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I decided what pattern to put on the sleeve, and I got about 8cm (3") done on that sleeve.

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I even got so far as to finish the sleeve part of the underarm gusset.

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I feel good about it, that's a pretty fine amount to get done on a great big sweater in just 48 hours...especially since I also kept kept the girls alive, made dinner (admittedly, only once...and I didn't even clean up after) and met my writing goals for both days. ( I'm getting very close to another big writing deadline. You can expect it to begin effecting my mood and sanity soon. The only symptom so far is a strange tremor thing in my left eyelid.) The biggest thing I did in the last 48 hours though, the thing that was the hardest, is that I accepted that there is no way at all that the remaining gansey handspun is going to knit the remaining gansey.

It's definitely back to the wheel to make more. Definitely. It's been hard to accept...but there's just no way I'm going to make it. Sigh. I'll bring some up and start washing it later, after the writing goal for today.
Right now though, since generating a beautiful summer day worked so well...right now I think I'll take my laptop to the park and work there. Summer is almost over, and I don't want to miss any of it.


Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.

~John Lubbock

Posted by Stephanie at August 24, 2007 1:00 PM