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Nor’easter

On 10/29/2011 at approximately 7p.m., Bear and I lost power. We did not get our electricity back until 11:45a.m. 10/31/2011. For two people whose whole house is centered around modern technology and electricity and haven’t had to deal with long term power loss since they were kids, this kinda knocked us ass over teakettle.

Our heat/hot water system runs on propane, but the controls for this state of the art system are electric. So we were without heat or hot water, despite having full propane tanks.

Our entertainment almost entirely is centered around our computers, ebook readers, and cell phones. Thankfully, the ebook reader and cell phones kept a charge for most of that time, despite heavy usage.

Our stove is electric. Our refrigerator is electric.

Thankfully, our water is town water, so we did have running water. One of our neighbors has well water and her pump is electric. She is an old hat at this though and when the snow started coming down in earnest, she filled her washing machine with water so that she could manually flush her toilets. She also had drinking and washing water stocked up from when we were all worried about Hurricane Irene.

It’s interesting living without electricity. It changes your perception of time. Bear and I went to bed very early on Saturday. It felt late though, because the sun had been down for hours. We woke up very early on Sunday and the day felt like it lasted a million years. We cooked on our grill. We heated water on our grill.

We read books and talked and saw more of our neighbors than we’ve seen in weeks. We napped a lot too. When your house is 48 degrees inside, the warmest place is under blankets cuddled up next to each other. (Well, the other warmest place isn’t in your house, it’s in the neighbors house in their room with the wooden stove/fireplace insert.) We considered storing food outside on the snow. That one isn’t new though. In the winter in New England, you can keep food outside as long as you don’t mind it being frozen.

We smelled like smoke from the grill for almost the whole time period. You stop noticing it after a while.

You don’t stop flicking light switches. I can’t tell you how many times I’d walk to the bathroom and hit the light switch. I HAD A FLASHLIGHT IN MY HAND, and I would still automatically reach for the light switch. It’s so instinctive.

I’m pretty sure we are going to be making a few changes to our house soon. One will be some kind of wood insert for heat. One will be buying a teakettle. One might be buying a battery backup for our electric heating system. And finally, we’ll buy the little butane tanks for our little butane camping burner. Having that stupid burner, but no fuel kinda drove me nuts.

We weren’t without power for very long (many people lost power for a week from this storm and earlier in the year, Irene), but it did make us consider how prepared we were. We were also very grateful when the power came back Monday. Plenty of people didn’t get power back for a week and many had been hit earlier in the year by Hurricane Irene. Many had damage from either or both storms. We were lucky.

Sock heel tips

So I’ve had trouble remembering how I like to make sock heels. I always knit toe up and I like gussets and I like to have the cushion bit at the back of my ankle. So here’s my rewritten instructions (for magic loop, which is my favorite method).

n = total number of sts after the toe DIVIDED by 4
X = ((n-1)*3)/4

Gusset:
Knit in pattern across side 1
On side 2, k1, m1l, knit until 1 st left, m1r, k1
Alternate the above increase round with plain rounds until you have increased an appropriate number of sts for gusset (for my crayon socks, that number was 17, which meant a total of 34 rows.)

Turn Heel:
Knit in pattern around until halfway through side 2 of sock.
kX sts past halfway marker, m1l, k1, w&t
p(2X+2), m1p, p1, w&t
Do this until you have (n-1)/4 wraps each side.
Knit one complete round, picking up wraps and knitting them with the wrapped stitches as you come to them. This should bring you back around to the middle of side 2.

Heel Flap:
Slip the first stitch purlwise with the yarn in back, knit the next stitch until n – 1 stitches from center, ssk & turn work without wrapping
sl1, purl to end of needle 4, purl n – 1 stitches on needle 3, p2tog & turn without wrapping.
Repeat these two rows, always slipping the first stitch after you turn your work and decreasing at the end with p2tog or ssk, until all gusset increases, minus 1, are decreased.

you’re a fraud

I’m still knitting the big black sweater.

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Progress.

Now for content. So I read this blog post that this introvert wrote. It’s an author with 2 blogs and a twitter account. She was writing about how much she SUCKS at responding to comments. Sounds pretty funny huh? But when I was reading it, I totally totally got where she was coming from. I know what it feels like to not click with lots of people and to not know what to say even when you do click. I know what its like to find going to the grocery store exhausting. Not because you can’t walk around a store, but because there’s PEOPLE. That SAY things to you. That you have to make EYE contact with. It’s just. so….I want to say tiring, but it’s like you’ve got this place in your gut that starts to hurt when you hit your limit and the more you keep interacting the more it hurts until you want to cry and curl up in bed. And sometimes you push yourself so much your whole body hurts from holding itself tense and you get a migraine.

The days where I have three of my family members warring and all three call me to bitch about the others, I feel like taking the phone off the hook after talking to two of them. I doubt they’ll ever realize this, but when I actually start shit, it is NEVER lightly. I like arguments, but it’s hard to deal with a bunch of them at once, even removed over the phone.

I finally realized that most people don’t find going out in public and talking to friends, coworkers and family members in any way difficult. It drove me crazy growing up because I didn’t get how everyone else did it. My mom had a lot of reason when I hit the teen years to think she was raising a raging bitch. I would get these waves of uncontrollable anger and discomfort. It’s easy now to relate some of it to the days when I’d come home from high school exhausted and there’d be five people home and she’d want …something. To go shopping or to hang out. God. Even now thinking about it I can feel how trapped and panicky I used to feel on days like that and we were so good at hanging out and being friends back then. Now I just gots me and Bear in the house and if I can’t deal then I just let the phone ring. Knitting helps too.

Well, except that I’m pretty sure I screwed up the armholes on that sweater back up there.

(Brain. Don’t take any of this personally. I mean it! You give more than you take, even when you think you are just taking. I was just thinking after reading that blog post. Hell, you know when I’m exhausted and go into hiding and I tell you why. Title is from Do Better by Say Anything.)

something that you’ll really love

Apparently Thursdays and Tuesdays make good posting days?

So I’ve been knitting a bunch and not just for other people.

Convertible mittens for Superwoman

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Superwoman and her gang moved to the middle of the country and thus warmer items for them will probably show up a lot more on the blog. According to her husband they’ve worn out many pairs of mittens already too. This yarn is really soft (I found out they were having issues after I’d ordered the yarn), so I’m going on a mission to make harder wearing mittens too.

Coal for me (Must Have Cardigan from Paton’s Street Smart)

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I have twice before now tried knitting a sweater for myself, but I think the third time might be the charm. I am LOVING knitting these cables and I’m pretty sure it’s going to fit (probably on the too big size but finishing is the goal). I was using bigger needles and I got about this far and realized that this was going to be ENTIRELY too large and even worse that I didn’t like the fabric. I should probably go down another needle size, but this fabric is fine and I think I would have to shoot myself if I had to reknit this portion of the back AGAIN. Hell, I even made a mistake and it is VERY obvious in this picture but I am going to live with it and I’ll LIKE IT.

(Linda, lyrics are from Bohemian Like You by The Dandy Warhols. I heard it this morning on the radio and I have earworm now.)