I enjoyed all of the examples of peculiar doctor names yesterday. Never in a million years would I see an oral surgeon named Dr. Blood-let alone his partner Dr. Payne. That's strange and ever so slightly twisted. It's almost as strange as this sign I read at the drive through ATM: This ATM is equipped with voice activated services for the visually impaired. I couldn't help but wonder why a drive through money machine would post a sign like that.
Speaking of visually impaired and twisted, I've done a bit of cable knitting in my day, but nothing quite as demanding as this square for the Aran afghan. Every other row has cables. It's enough to make a progressive lens wearing girl weep. The return row seems like it should be easy enough because one only has to knit the knits and purl the purls. What makes that close to impossible to complete without error (even with my Ott light and glasses) is that the twisted cable stitches from the right side row can appear to be something they're not on the wrong side row. I see purls where the stitch is a knit.
The charts are driving me crazy (a short trip to be sure) because I'm not all that familiar with cable symbols or verbiage and find myself looking at the chart, the printed instructions and then the key to see what the hell the abbreviations mean. I've knit 4 rows of the pattern at the rate of one hour per 2 rows. At my present speed, these squares should be finished some time in 2020. Oh. And I don't have that pesky little bugger called gauge. Lucky for Mareseatoats, this first square is a practice piece for me done in a different color. I'm thinking it'll be a pillow-mistakes and all. Then again, I should go down one size in needles with the right yarn and finish this thing before I lose my