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My other trousers

I'm starting to feel like a Wallace and Gromit remix.

Headline in the science and technology section of the online news: Astronomers discover 11 new planets.

My reaction: Hey, what about re-planeting Pluto, dummies? Sorry, I'm still loyal to the whole 9 planets around the Sun in the Milky Way thing. But I guess what they say is true, size is everything to some people. Not placement, not association, not orbital context. Phooey. Pluto will always be a planet to me, no matter what they label it with.

I wonder if any of those new planets were graded like cheese? Explorability comparable to edibility? Possibilities of atmosphere or cheese flavored core?

K. Nuff goofiness there.

I have a new Job2. But part of the dress code is “trouser socks” amongst a few other things. The few other things are fine, I use them already as my “uniform” for Job1. But trouser socks? Gasp. I have all these lovely, handknit, warm, soft socks. In a myriad of colors. Bright colors. Only a few in “dress” or dark colors. Very few.

So, now I have to rush to get a pair of socks finished enough for nakeding needles, and then dig through my stash for the yarns I was holding onto, as the, well, boring colors. Yeah. Boring, drab, not as interesting. Or rather, not as bright as the eye popping hand-dyed concoctions of sock joy that have been gracing my needles lately.

I get to experiment with making socks that are “trouser sock” enough and “dressy” enough to qualify for work dress code. Job1 doesn't care what color my socks are. And so far, I've been able to squeak through with my socks so far at Job2. The other girls at Job2 have pants legs long enough to cover the tops of their shoes. I was raised differently, my pants have a “perfect” length of inseam, and come above my shoes. I don't walk on my pants edges.

I also have to empty and naked a set of needles so I can pull out a sock kit from my stash of tsock kits. Why? Snow. That ugly four lettered word. I want something fun to work on as the ugly white stuff falls down and confounds my driving abilities.

Snow. I have the dubious joy of driving to and from work (Job1) in the middle of the latest snow event. Forecasters are dancing with glee, calling it the biggest snow storm in the DC metro area for the month of December, biggest in years. I call it annoying. As of rush hour traffic time, forecasters were gleefully proclaiming 14-20 inches, with more possible in drifts or accumulations in some areas.

Snow. I hope the idiots that were making rush hour traffic horrendous (as I drove home from Job2 today) bought all their milk, toilet paper, eggs, bread and other necessities today. And stay off the blooming roads tomorrow. And Sunday. Dudes. If it's snowing, and you absolutely don't need to drive, unless someone's dying or there's a fire or other emergency, stay the blankety-blank home!

Anyhow. I want something fun to knit on between periods of shoveling the junk. Bad enough I have the contemplations of driving through 6 or 12 inches or so. Maybe they'll close the store early? I'm packing a dry change of clothes with me tomorrow. Just in case. And my usual carry-along sock. Just in case. And a notebook for sock sketches. Who knows what sock inspiration I'll get?


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