We completed an entire course in the discrete wavelet transform in just under 3.5 days. I'd get back to my cell in the evening and be too tired, even to knit.
I realize that the project I brought was not the best one for this trip. If I'd had something with shorter rows, something with bigger yarn, something I'd done before, I could have knit on the breaks. But my project has almost 7 stitches per inch, and at least 133 stitches per row, and even though it's mostly back and forth easy stuff, there were decreases, and I had to kep track of stuff. Enough stuff that knitting for 5 minute breaks seemed like a bad idea.
On Saturday, we finished at noon and I decided to walk around the Grand Avenue shopping district, which had been advertised as lots of small shops and restaurants on a nice street. It's 25 blocks long, and the map had my home at the end of block A. I got dropped off at block I, and I figured I'd walk a bit, then catch a bus back. They claimed busses ran every 15 minutes.
Hey, so, there's a yarn store on Grand Avenue. On block U. For those of you who don't want to count that on your fingers, that's 13 blocks. It was 80 degrees and humid enough, but it was a yarn store. Did I have a choice? Well, no, though I did have a choice to wear appropriate clothing and footwear, and apparently decided against that, because I was taking a bus back.
Except the bus never came.
The yarn store was nice but not spectacular. Worth the walk for the handpainted stuff I got, but the walk home was very, very long. I'd play little games with myself -- tried to think of as many foods as I could that began with the letter of the block I was walking. I looked at the mansions. I looked at the gardens. I did NOT think about how bad my feet hurt.
Most of my walk was along Summit Avenue in St. Paul. Even the ugly houses were selling for 600K. Part of my walk was on Cretin Ave. That's not a typo.
I'd like to think that the city planners were making some joke, putting this street next to a college campus. It's like they decided it would be OK if the signs got stolen weekly. It's almost as good as the intersection near where my husband grew up: 69th and Honest Pleasure.
In any case, I'm happy to be home. John and I did some weekend cleaning yesterday, I took photos of the yard, I graded exams and homework, and did laundry.
Tomorrow: Green Gable progress.
No comments:
Post a Comment