Archive for February, 2007

First off, I have to share this beautiful sunset picture that I took from our front porch the other day. It’s been so nice to leave work and have it not be pitch black outside. I am finally starting to think that spring is just around the corner. The tulip and cherry trees are in full bloom already.

The weekend before last, Evan and I made a somewhat emergency trip to Olympia to visit my family. My mom had called earlier in the week to let me know that my sister was taking my niece to Costa Rica (which I knew) and that they will be gone for 3 1/2 months. This I didn’t know. For some reason, I thought it would only be a couple of weeks. “Don’t you want to see your baby before she’s gone?” my mom asked. Now I know that she is not my actual baby, but she’s mine in a way I cannot begin to describe. She’s a chunk of my heart that lives and breathes outside of me, but is still connected.

We had a good visit, although as always, Evan was her favorite. This despite the fact that he was trying all of the “Supernanny” tricks on her (which of course worked perfectly for Evan). She exhibits this favoritism even in her sleep. After a long day, she was curled up with Evan on the couch asleep. I scooped her up and sat with her sleeping body at the other end of the couch, hoping to get some last cuddling in before we left. Within a minute, she had rolled away from me, to curl up with Evan. I had to laugh.

One particularly delightful moment came when she was trying to give us directions to Soup House, one of her favorite restaurants. We kept asking her which direction to drive to get there. She would the point in the appropriate direction from the backseat. Sometimes, she would point for us to go the wrong way down a one way street and other times, she would point directly behind the car. As we circled the few blocks that make up downtown Olympia over and over again, we were beginning to think that she didn’t really know where the restaurant was, however, after the fourth time down the same block, I finally saw the restaurant. She had done a beautiful job of directing us, just hadn’t thought to mention it when we actually got to the restaurant.

she was trying to show me how well she could carry an iron lawn gnome around

I’m going to miss this little gnome lover.


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Valentine’s Day 1997

I’ve been reading through the comments on Cara’s post soliciting Valentine’s stories.  This got me thinking about all of the Valentine’s Days I’ve spent with Evan.

Ten years ago, I spent my first Valentine’s Day with Evan.  It was my first year at Reed and I had broken up with my high school boyfriend the week before.  I would be lying if I didn’t say that the cute guy that lived downstairs from me didn’t have some influence on that decision.  I also knew that this cute guy had a girlfriend back home, but I still took every opportunity to spend time with this cute guy, hoping that out of sight would mean out of mind.  (I was not this lucky, however, because while I ate the majority of my meals with Evan that spring semester, many of these meals were spent with Evan hunched over a letter from this girl back home.)

During this somewhat lonely time in my life, I spent a lot of time coming up with excuses to visit the floor below me where Evan lived, in hopes of bumping into him.  Plus all of my friends lived on that floor, so they also gave me an excuse to hang out there.

On Valentine’s Day (which was a Friday that year), I gathered up all my laundry to do, as the laundry room was on the floor that Evan lived on.  I walked down the hallway of Evan’s floor and it was dead.  Completely dead.  Not a person in sight.  I remember my heart sinking a bit as I thought about a long Friday night, alone in my dorm room, curled up with my HUM 110 reading.

When I walked into the laundry room, however, there was Evan.  We got to talking and ended up spending the evening making prank calls and drinking slurpees from the nearby 7-11.  Not exactly the way you hope a Valentine’s night spent with your unrequited love will go, but it was fun nonetheless.

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I know things have been pretty quiet around here lately.  I was struck down with the worst cold/flu horridness ever and then, just when I was starting to rebound, we lost internet access at home for a week.  I hadn’t quite realized how much I rely on the internet for keeping in contact with people, gathering information, entertainment, etc.

To start things off, this week I received the most awesome pair of socks from my sockret pal, Courtney.  The socks that she knit fit my feet better than any pair of socks I’ve ever knit. 

Not only did she make me these beautiful socks, she sent along some yarn (a great colorway of confetti, a yarn I haven’t tried, and a skein of malabrigo in the black forest colorway).  She also sent a super cute sweater keychain.  Courtney has been the best sockret pal, with constant thoughtful email, e-cards, and lovely packages.

In other knitting news, I have been working to finish some projects that have been lingering on the needles.  These include a pair of socks for Evan, that I started back in September.  They were knit using mountain colors bearfoot yarn in the mountain twilight color.  I adapted the madder ribbed sock pattern from “Vintage Socks,” doing an eye of the partridge heel and a 5x1x2x1 ribbing instead of the 6x1x2x1 specified in the pattern.

I also finished the second sock from my participation in the first round of the second sock syndrome swap.   They are a modified mata hari pattern and I opted to knit them as mirror images, so the pattern swirls around each foot in opposite directions.

Finally, I’m working on a sock for my second sock syndrome swap 2.  It’s the falling leaves pattern from knitty, but I am doing a gusset heel rather than the short row heel specified.  I think that this heel will make the sock fit better, but this is my first experience with a toe up gusset heel, so it is a bit slow going.

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I was going to spend the weekend doing something more exciting than sitting around the house and knitting, but I seem to have caught the flu that has been raging through my workplace.  I’ve been spending the weekend so far sitting around moaning about how crappy I feel and watching my new-found love, Grey’s Anatomy.

Evan had put the first season on my ipod for me and I watched the first couple of episodes of the show as I was coming back from Oregon on Monday.  Combining the medical drama with the fact that I was leaving behind some of my favorite people (and their teeny, tiny baby) proved to be too much for me and I spent the majority of the flight sobbing.  Lucky Evan got to pick up his tear-stained wife at the airport.

Thankfully, I am not alone in the crying on airplanes thing.  There was a “This American Life” episode that talked about this exact phenomenon.  Listen to it while I sit on the couch, eating orange sherbet and moaning about how sick I am.

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