http://homepage.mac.com/cjedwards/PhotoAlbum33.html

that's a link to the floor I was working on with my fine co-workers when my hand got bit by the table saw. It's finished now. See what good work we do?

learning week

I learned I should shoot two rounds in the book, and no practice because I hit 19 in practice and 15 in the book. Oh well.

Also I learned not to stick my finger in the table saw.

There's something interesting/odd about shooting in a league. It means I'm always shooting with the same guys. And we've moved to Wednesday nights instead of Erik and Deanna and I shooting on Sunday. There's a lot more hubbub about shooting. When it was just the three of us, or maybe with Erik's kid, we went we paid we shot, we waited for a field we shot again. That sort of thing, with a bit of thoughtful huh.. I think I was doing this thing or that other thing or whatever wrong this time.

The guys on the team on the whole don't seem to think about their shooting much. I think for most of them it's an excuse to go out drink beer and smoke cigars. Which is a fine fine thing, don't get me wrong, but my scores have been dropping. Last night I shot a 15 in practice and an 18 in the book. And despite the not too stellar rounds I managed to beat Erik. So he and I decided we needed more practice. Given that I have plans for the weekend, and so does he I suggested lunch on Friday, then it looked on our calendars like today would work better. I hit 17, but I think it was a better 17 than the 18 I hit last night.

Oh and we tried a round of sporting clays. Erik's right. That's a lot of fun. I only hit 7/25 but I didn't know where they were coming from really. Maybe we'll try that again some time soon.

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oh yeah and wednesday I learned to choose my bra carefully for shooting days. I hit 14 and 18.

Heroic Postal Workers!

I just got an email from my sock wars target. Her postmaster was calling around to try and find the missing sock. It has been found. I don't know where, but now they can be reunitied! (which is good because I've got two stripes of yarn left and I'm still in the gusset, which means I'd have to patch together out of scraps the rest of the foot.

A Tale of Three Socks -- Sockwars style

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of socks, it was the epoch of assasination, it was the season of Wool, it was the season of Needles, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.



I tried to kill my target. I had some nice socks knit up. I put them in the mail, like so many other things I mail, in an envelope. Sadly only one of them arrived. So I got an email from my target asking if I had enough yarn for her to knit another sock.
The dogs and I mourned the news. See their suffering. I figured I probably did because while I sent a bit along for any necessary repairs. Which I also expect didn't arrive. I had been working off two balls of yarn. They started at nearly the same point, but not exactly the same point in the ball. So... they were sort of cousin socks, despite the fact I thought I had them starting on the same part of the reapeat. I have no idea which of the cousins arrived. That and having two ends of the two different balls of the same yarn I can't imagine trying to get the stripes to line up. So now they'll be more like second cousin socks.


I am however making progress. I didn't quite make my goal of getting to the heel flap tonight, but I'm close. Maybe one more episode of good eats. Then tomorrow the turn and gusset, and maybe a fair bit of foot. I have plans nearly every night this week. Well all of them I think, except maybe tomorrow. Between dinner, movies, trapshooting,gaiming I hardly know when I'll knit. But there's always that time they pay me to be working. I can knit then. My pessemsitic goal is to have this poor lost sock in the mail by the end of the week. The ideal goal is Wednesday. We'll see. I have to get moving on it though because I have to knit and felt a hat by the 13th. Here's a photo of our current state of affairs.