Got to Remember ...

to check for errata before starting a project! A difference in the cast on number can make a huge difference in the pattern.

I got to the point of dividing for the front and back when I realized that something was wrong. After assuring myself that it wasn't me, I did a quick google and discovered that the cast on and first two rows of the front were written incorrectly.Frogging ensued.I am now half-way back down the neck after some quality playground time this afternoon. We'll try that dividing thing again later tonight.

Meanwhile ... here is the lace scarf I have been channeling my excess energy into. It required focus to keep on track even though it is a simple pattern. I started this over a year ago when I was in an "accessories" phase. When I picked it up again last week, however, it did not scream "wear me" but rather whispered ... "give me to a bride." And so, with my brother's blessing, I am sending it off to my soon-to-be sister-in-law, may she wear it well.

The yarn is handspun (by me) lace weight merino silk. I probably have more than enough for a second scarf should I so choose to make it. The pattern is (I think, I lost it) Bias Lace from the 2005 Pattern A Day calendar.

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We did get out for an early ride this morning, hitting the road by 8:00 a.m. Up to Fairway to pick up the fixings for a picnic breakfast. Over to Grants Tomb to eat said breakfast (muffins, scones and bagels). Then over to the first apartment that Mike and I lived in in Manhattan. Look up at the very top floor of the center building. That was ours. A tiny, one bedroom, fifth floor walk up. This building is really neat. The owners bought it because they loved the neighborhood and wanted to live there. We stayed for 3.5 years until it became time to enlarge our family a bit.Round the corner to the Buddhist Center ...This statue was practically at the epicenter of the Hiroshima nuclear attack.

Then down Riverside Drive and home. 13.3 miles.

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Squidette had some friends up to work on their science fair project which led into that quality playground time where I was the adult to Little Squid's child. The young ladies, of course, did not need an adult to supervise. Eh hem. Hey, these kids travel the subways alone -- why do they need me in the playground?Oh, and there might have been a trip to School Products ...
The three skeins of lace weight cashmere are all meant as gifts. The other two skeins of silk-cashmere ... well hey, I'm not made of stone!
And it is autographed by Berta! (Berta gave Squidette her very first pair of knitting needles, 6 or 7 years ago, because she was such a cute and well behaved kid.)

Winging It

I'm winging it. There I said it. The fates have been tempted. After two swatches -- where my stitch count decreased instead of increasing -- I have decided to just go down one more needle size and get started. You are all laughing at me. I know. It's o.k. I have no fear of ripping back, just a loathing of swatching yet again.
This will be the "Perfect Periwinkle turtleneck tube vest" from Fitted Knits by Stefanie Japel. Yes, it requires either a lot of self-confidence, or a strapless bra. Heck, I have to get one for my brother's wedding anyway. Yeah, at 40 I have no delusions about the state of my upper torso. And no, I will not let my new plastic surgeon at them. He can stick to repairing my face, thank you very much.Little Squid had a Math Project publishing party today. His group's project? Figure out how much paper (8.5 X 11) would be needed to cover Central Park. And then find out how much it would cost using the least expensive supplier and including the shipping. Their final cost? Something like $210,000 using 50,000 reams of paper. They did not take the contour of the land in to account. Or the fact that the paper covering the lake would sink ...
This was from Tuesday's Social Studies publishing party. I missed Tuesday's party because he gave me the notice on Monday night and I really could not get away from work on that little notice. O.k., I could have but I am trying to preserve good will right now after taking bits of time here and there in the month since my little incident. I try not to take advantage of my bosses good nature -- and I have made it to every other publishing party in the last two years. And there is another publishing party next week.

(For those of you unacquainted with the Publishing Party, this is what elementary schools do to celebrate the childrens' work. They get the parents into the classroom where we can see what wonderful work our kids are doing. We also get snippets of time with the teachers if we so choose. My mother-in-law used to go to about half of them for me but I have made all but one in the almost two years since she died. Last year I was at one practically every other week when both kids were in the same school. No, I am not unhappy that middle schools do not follow this practice.) I go because it brings a huge smile to the face of my child. That makes it totally worth it.Cool tree. Just thought you'd like to see it. One of the street trees near Little Squid's school.
Hey, she didn't flinch when she saw I was posting it ...

A Sweater for My Daughter

About a month ago I was feeling guilty about my relationship with my daughter. So, I did what I do best and tried to express my love through wool. Here we go:I tried to take a picture of the buttons but the flash wiped out the cute flower pattern on them. Maybe we'll try again over the weekend.

Squidette is thrilled and the sweater should last her for a year or so until she out grows it. The I think it will fit me.

A Contract!

I try not to bring money into this blog but my union's contract expired four years ago. Yesterday my union and the city declared that they had a contract and the news programs started touting how large a raise we are getting. Nowhere did anyone point out that this is a SEVEN year contract. SEVEN years folks. Four of them retroactive.

Come September everyone will be talking about how, with their huge raises, Principals and Assistant Principals should really show results now. Really. Can someone please point out that we have been without a contract for FOUR years? That the majority of the staff we supervise have had TWO contracts in that time? That, for the last two years, many of those we supervise were earning more than we were -- for fewer obligated hours. (Notice I said obligated. I know perfectly well that teachers work tons of hours outside of their contractual day. So do we.)

To quote Bill the Cat, thfft!

That said, I'm trying to think about what to do with my soon-to-be-larger salary and honestly, I can't think of anything we want or need. It's a nice feeling.

Now to figure out how to get back into the classroom part-time.

Tomorrow, maybe some knitting.

Papa Squid Chaperones a Trip

So Mike helped chaperone a trip for the Jewish History class at his school today. The theme of the trip was the Lower East Side, which you have seen in this blog before. This time, however, they were able to go in to structures that I have only photographed from the outside.

This is the inside of the Bialystoker Synagogue. Check out the lobster in the center of this photo. A lobster in a synagogue? They have all of the signs of the Zodiac around the ceiling. Hence the lobster (crab).
Mike has no idea what the prices on this plaque mean. Anyone out there able to interpret? Our Hebrew (and the plaque may be in Yiddish) is not nearly up to this task.One of its claims to fame (?) is that gangsters Bugsy Siegel and Meyer Lansky were both members. That's Bugsy's memorial plaque (Benjamin) below.
A very real claim to fame is the small break in the wall leading to a ladder leading to a hideout on the underground railroad. Mike is pretty sure that it is in the corner pictured here.



Kehila Kedosa Janina -- above and below. Founded by jewish immigrants from Greece.
Inside the final part of the renovation of the Eldridge Street Synagogue. This was the first synagogue built for the purpose of being a synagogue. Somewhere on this blog is a picture of the front of it. Probably last summer if you are looking for it.
Yes, they let the teachers up in to the scaffolding. The kids had to stay below.
The person who owned this bank largely financed the building of the Eldridge Street Synagogue.
And, because he is a good husband, he brought back chocolate. But not pickles.

Turtles and Such

Mike and I had a lovely morning ride which included sights from his childhood and our courtship.This was not one of them but makes a good photo op anyway in light of recent events.
This store, which is devoted solely to organic, prepared food for the small set, is where our favorite marzipan store used to exist. Trust me, the marzipan store served a greater purpose.

One of my favorite public sculptures.

Great bread. Mike introduced me to Orwashers when we were first dating. Their raisin pumpernickel bread is out of this world!

Kissing bikes. (aww ...)

Entrance to the park where we had our first kiss. Think, along the river (see the kissing bikes, above), at night, under the moonlight ...
Gracie Mansion, home to many NYC Mayors but not the current one. He chooses to live in his 79th Street townhouse. That's what you get when your Mayor is a billionaire. Gracie Mansion is actually located just inside Carl Schurz park. No kidding.
I really don't know what this building is but it looked really great with the cherry trees blooming. It's right across from Carl Schurz park.

A tug, tugging a construction barge up the East River.

The Triborough Bridge.

The bridge to Randall's Island.

Lighthouse on the tip of Roosevelt Island.

And finally, Turtle trying to escape.




You can't make this stuff up.