August 2007

Because I hadn’t flown in over three years, I was a little paranoid about airport security, specifically their potential response to pointy metal 3s.  So I spent a while trying to come up with a reasonably interesting, highly portable project that could be worked on bamboo.  After longer than I’d’ve liked, I remembered that I had one on my to-knit list: a green version of the lace headband I knit last winter.


It’s some green koigu I’ve had for a couple of years, knit into an arrowhead lace pattern.  It’s wider than the red one, ’cause the red one stretched more lengthwise than I’d anticipated, but I’m a little worried that the knot is going to be huge.  Maybe I’ll come up with an alternate closure… 

There wasn’t, after all, any trouble with my knitting needles at the airport (in either direction), but I wound up knitting on this anyway.

The afternoon I arrived in Boulder, Anne had a meeting at her local yarn store.  I decided to tag along to the yarn store, where I spent a lovely hour admiring the spinning fiber and all of the other things that my local stores don’t carry.  (So much space!  So many colors of octopus buttons!  Wheels!  Looms and weaving equipment whose names I don’t know!*)  All things considered, then, I probably got off lightly:


Okay, the spindle was already mine, but the silk latte on it is new.  It was just irresistable.  And I’m not quite as protective of it as I am of the other fiber there, which is cashmere-tussah.  Both cakes of yarn are Zephyr; the red will become Mim’s Mountain Peaks shawl, and the grey/blue will probably end up as one of the scarves from Victorian Lace Today.

*I’m not learning to weave until after I graduate.  I don’t want to
start learning terminology until I’ll allow myself to do something with


fireweed.jpg, originally uploaded by enting.

This is fireweed, from….somewhere in Rocky Mountain National Park. I think it was right around Milner Pass (where Trail Ridge Road crosses the Continental Divide), but I’m not sure.


Is it the last week of this year’s One Local Summer already?  I marked the last OLS meal I posted as week 8, and then I wasn’t home last week for any meals except Thursday breakfast, so this must be week 10 [of 10]…  Anyway, this is quiche, which I’d been planning to make for weeks.  It’s still hot during the day–not that I notice that, wrapped in my sweatshirt and shawl in front of the microscope–but it’s been cooling off enough during the evenings that I didn’t mind turning on the oven last night.  The red pepper, zucchini, scallions, and mushrooms are all from yesterday’s co-op run, all marked as local (same with the milk, which isn’t exactly pictured).  The eggs, cheese (Hillacres Pride dill), and flour are also local, but the oil (I am lazy: I make oil pie crusts) and various seasonings were not.

I liked it.  It could’ve maybe been a little more garlicky or spicy…but quiche is hard to completely ruin, and it makes excellent lunches.  I wound up making two quiches because my pile of veggies looked way bigger than one pie pan (I still had leftover chopped veggies), so I’ve got more than enough for lunches the rest of the week. 

wilbur, originally uploaded by enting.

Wilbur is one of Anne‘s boys. He is both sweet and less bouncy (and thus more photographable) than his brother Orville.

Colorado was awesome, especially getting to meet Anne and Marisa.  I had a great time, and took about 300 pictures.  (I’m sure many of them will eventually find their way here.)

I had been looking forward to a weekend of catching up on housework and playing with Mel, but it turns out that I’ll be going to Lynchburg.  My grandfather died while I was away, and there’s a memorial service on Sunday.  This isn’t surprising–he’d been sick for a while, and had been switched to only palliative care about six weeks ago–so while I’m sad, I’m not devastated. 

Anyway, I’ve got a lot of stuff to do today, so I’ll stop trying to come up with a creative way to end this post.

When this posts, I will (I hope) be on a plane to Atlanta, where I will await another plane to Denver, on my way to Boulder.  In the spirit of vacation, and since I never posted them here, I present a couple of my favorite pictures from my lab’s two June field trips.


boulder field with tree



That first picture is from our lab canoe trip, shot with a waterproof disposable camera; the rest are from our lab hike in Hickory Run State Park, specifically the boulder field there, and were shot with either my digital camera or my "real" camera. 

The place where we went canoeing, on the Brandywine, was fun, though perhaps on the more challenging side of what I was anticipating, my prior canoe experience having been very mellow.  Still, it was fun, but I never again need to see people wielding a chainsaw from a canoe.  (They kindly turned it off when they saw us approaching.)  And next time, the canoe-steering learning curve should be steeper.

Hiking at Hickory Run was awesome.  The trails could’ve been marked better, but we didn’t have too much of an adventure…  It was wonderful to be in the woods, to pick blueberries, and to see this amazing boulder field.

I expect to be away from the internet until Wednesday evening, by which point I may even have finished some knitting.  I got in a good few inches on the wool/mohair sock on Sunday, but that’s pretty much been it this week. 

See you (or, well, your internet presences) next week!


I bought tomatillos yesterday, intending to make some black bean-tomatillo soup while it was still cool out.  That didn’t happen–it’s hot again today–so I decided to play with some chili-like thing that wasn’t soup.  This is what I came up with.  It’s beef from Winter Harvest (not quite as overcooked as it looks in this picture, but I do have less of an idea of how to cook meat than how to cook tofu or seitan), onion from the farmers’ market a couple of weeks ago, garlic and a red pepper from the co-op, the carrots and the long, skinny red pepper from North Star on Thursday, and a little more than half the quart of tomatillos I got from Urban Girls Produce yesterday morning, along with about a third of the hot pepper that came with them.  None of the spices were local except for the bit of lemon basil I tossed in.

I called my grandmother this morning (not the one to whom I’m giving that scarf–the other one) to wish her a happy birthday, and we talked a bit about her birthday party.  She had a couple of my aunts and uncles over for a pesto-making party, which sounded like it would be awesome.  Some day, when I have someplace to put a garden, I’ll plant lots of basil and have a party like that… 

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