Have you ever noticed the relationship between the weight of your bag and the length of time it has been over your shoulder?
Especially in the case of a back pack carelessly slung over one shoulder; the epitome of cool.
Is it arithmatic? Exponential? Or logarithmic, that increase of weight over time.
I can make a case for any of the above.
At the beginning of the day, fresh and full of energy with all those essentials packed carefully, your set off on your journey. The beverages are drunk, the snacks eaten as the day progresses. Perhaps a round or 40 are knit on that sock and a few photos are taken. The bag weighs heavier as the hours pass. Nothing has been added, no shopping, purchases or souvenirs accumulate for the return journey.
So why does that pack drag you down so much at the end of the day, heavier it seems by far as you trudge from the train station through town back to base?
Out the Windows
And at home. Before you ask – all the mowers on my street seem to be non-operational. If it rains much more, the swath that the Mole accomplished when he was here is going to disappear.
Sock Wars III Continues
For the affectionadoes – Fran even developed a spreadsheet. I trust that none of you will use it for Spam.
There aren’t any Obits today. There are 700 (as of 2330) fallen knitters, they are just not posting. Waah.
I have had a lovely evening – listening to old Podcasts and knitting these socks. Took out the first toe just in case and I am now doing them both at the same time to make sure that I have enough yarn. STR is not generous with Silkie yardage. A progress picture – and I will post the completed pix before they go in the mail.
The Viking Ship Sweater
On hold for just the day – but this is the catch-up photo, you can see one half of the body completed. The second side is lacking four rows. Since I am doing these back and forth to accomplish the neck shaping, they are a bit slower (two handed purling anyone?).