If you don't like reading blogs when people complain about mundane things, then you might want to move along today. B/c I am now commencing with the complaining, and it's not that interesting, I just want to vent!
UGH! Why can't things be simple and work out easily? Complaint #1: Our damned roof. Joe and I live in a 90 year old house. We have spent the past 3 years fixing up said house. Here's the list of things that we have done, almost all ourselves and with help from family: renovated the kitchen, sanded the upstairs wood floors, new furnace and air conditioner, new concrete and brick front porch, re-graded the entire lawn, lots of interior and exterior painting, new carpet- basically, lots of Joe working and me saying "that looks good there." AND NOW, THE ROOF. And not just putting on a layer, but taking off 3 or 4 layers that have been put up over the past 90 years and putting a whole new top on the fricken house. After the roof, I figure we are pretty much done and can relax and enjoy our home. Not that we haven't for the past 3 years, just that we don't have to look around and think "What's next?"
So the roofer started. He's done my mother and grandparent's house in the past year, gave us a reasonable quote for our roof (we have a difficult roof line, I'm told) and gutters, and so we signed with him. He seems very professional and cleans up every day. He got all the proper permits and is on the job with his workers every day. He even covered the front porch (with a tarp) that Joe and his dad spent 10 days building/bricking last year.
So last night, Joe comes home from the high school at 9:30 pm. His students had an end-of-year art show, so it was a long day for him. He walks in the door with a look of death on his face and spats "The roofer broke our concrete." Hmmm. This was a surprise to me, as the roofer's men had accidentally poured something black on the concrete and I spent the earlier portion of the evening scrubbing it off so it wouldn't stain and Joe would freak. I had missed the crack. I don't know how, b/c it runs the entire width of the sidewalk going up to the porch. And there's a big tire tread across it. AND the stairs are crumbled at the bottom. I can feel my blood pressure rising as I type.
I know that the roofer will make things right. He is bonded and will hire someone to re-pour the concrete. This is what I tell myself and Joe. He's a good and trustworthy man and won't make us hate him. Really. REALLY. I shouldn't really care so much about this. It's just that Joe and his dad spent alot of time and effort on the concrete project and I hate that it only took one year to screw it up.
And moving on to Complaint #2... I have redone this sock 3 times so far. I didn't like the first two patterns, as I thought that they looked sloppy. The first pattern I tried (all of them from Sensation Knitted Socks) was Ribbed Lace; the second pattern was the Waterfall Rib. At least I had only gotten a few inches on each. This sock is going to be for my grandma, so I want it to be perfect. Apparently perfection takes more than one try for me. This pattern, which I hope I will stick to, is the Chain Rib. It's very simple, but I hope will not look sloppy. I think it was the YO's that made it sloppy. Or my K2tog combined with my YO's. I think I just need to be more consistent and pay more attention to my tension.
*I'm using Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock in the nearly solid colorway of Cranberry. I adore it. Even though I ripped out the sock several times, the yarn still looked like new, and I didn't need to waste any.
And I'm now done. I'm complained out. Phew.