Well, I finished it, but I'm not 100 percent happy with it. I did learn a lot making it though! I've already started the next one, but am knitting crown-down instead of brim-up. This one doesn't quite fit Steve's big cabbage either, even though I measured both his head and the hat. So I'll wear this one and make him a better one.
It is cold- this morning was 14, which for the Portland metro area is pretty darn cold. It's super-dry as well. Today we are having a ton, AKA a pallet, of Bear Mountain bricks delivered to stretch the firewood, through which we are blowing like there's no tomorrow. I have a stash set aside for power failures, because if we ran out of wood, really, we can turn on our gas furnace. But during a power failure that's not an option because it runs on electricity. Burns gas, but runs on electricity. So no heat in a power failure. We're supposed to get freezing rain this weekend, so we'll see. In the meantime, I have to suit up and go clean and rearrange the garage so we can fit a pallet of bricks in there.
I also want to move the workbench under the window in the garage, and rehang a couple of fluorescent lights that are out there, with the intention of starting seeds on it. I find that I am more comfortable working wood on my sawhorses, which are a better height for me than the bench, which is darn hard to lean over and grab a tool from the hanging cupboard. I was pretty stoked when we bought the place that the workbenches and tool storage were staying, but they don't exactly fit me. I am, how you say, vertically challenged. So the bench may as well be a seed starting table. Which reminds me that I need to get my crop schedule done.
This week has so far been spent researching unemployment insurance, and finding out that just looking on Craigslist for a job doesn't count. I have to apply or send my resume and talk to somebody, which is really hard when what I do is kind of specialized, and there's not a lot of call for it. Plus- most of the jobs listed are for management, and I am seriously unqualified for them. They want six years' experience, I have three. They want a college degree, and I don't have one of those. I learned from one place I worked that my lack of degree didn't really matter because I could out-think and out-write most of the folks I worked with, most, if not all of whom had degrees. But employers want to see the sheepskin, and I can't produce one. And would never in a million years lie about it, either. However, something will turn up- it always does.
But now to the kitchen, and then to the garage! And I know exactly which hat to wear, even if I don't have a sheepskin.