My dad's sock is almost done. I think. I still need my mom to measure his foot so I can get it just right. My plan is to have her measure it while he's asleep on the recliner in front of the t.v. Should be easy.
But this is an interesting thing with the sock. When I started it, the yarn was pooling instead of striping.
However when I turned the heel and start the foot, it began to stripe. Interesting, huh.
(I had mine with their vanilla chocolate. Darcy had hers with their bread and chocolate bar.)
This years Danskin Tri can be summed up in two words: Kick Ass! I felt good going into the swim, confident and relaxed. The fact that the last few days have been in the upper 80's low 90's also made the swim much more enjoyable as the water temp was lovely for an early morning swim. However, knowing there were several hundred women set to swim behind me makes one swim rather quickly. In fact, I did several things rather quickly this morning:
The body marking is on. The bikes are racked. And the homemade spaghetti sauce is cooking on the stove (despite the 90 degree heat!)! The best part about this years Danskin Tri? Is this:
Mara, Darcy and I are all in the same bike section and our transition areas are right next to each other! In fact, they are in the same race heat and start 3 minutes after I hit the water! We all have been working really hard this summer and I'm proud of all of us! Stay tuned for tomorrow's race result posting. My goal for my third tri was 1 hour 45 minutes - that's 15 minutes off of last years time. Although now I'm thinking it's more of a guideline and if I'm under 2 hours, I'll be happy!
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Admit it. Most of us had them. You know, those Junior High crushes on the boy that didn't even know your name. You didn't pay attention in math because you were too busy day dreaming about how you two would go to the dance together and live happily ever after. Or maybe you didn't pay attention because when your notes should have been about some mathematic equation, you were too busy writing his last name after your first name. Deny it if you like, but we had them. No matter how much you wanted him to like you (or for that matter, even know your name), it just wasn't in the cards. That's kind of how I feel about sock knitting. I want to love it. I want it to love me back. But I don't feel that way right now. And I haven't felt that way in a long time (remember the Toe Jazz socks? Yeah, me neither.)
Another week, another trip to the Phinney Ridge Farmers Market. This week I kind of made up dinner based on a recipe I pulled off the Internet a while ago. It's for roasted veggie wraps. But there are no locally made wraps around here that I'm aware of so I had to improvise. Instead, I roasted the veggies (zucchini, potatoes, onions) for a sandwich. I bought foccia bread, locally made chevre with Herbs de Provence, veggies and created a lovely sandwich. I roasted the veggies, then toasted the bread, veggies and cheese. It was quite yummy, however, the hubby took one look at it and wondered where the meat was. But in the end, he cleaned his plate.
