One of the reasons I don’t write here often is the misguided impression that I should limit my posts to just knitting. Along with that, I judge my photo-less posts as inferior to those with pretty pictures. Therefore, my precious few loyal readers have an erratic and inconsistent document of my going-ons. For that I apologize. I’m sure something is better than nothing. Heck, some of my favorite reads, knitting and otherwise are text-only. With that, I’m giving hizknits.com permission to contain more non-knitting stuff and photos will be a bonus, not a manditory.

It’s been a week since my return from Canardia (silly joke from last year’s Poland trip). My thoughts are no more collected, nor are my (by which I mean Chris’–link doesn’t show swim pix) photos sorted. I realize that life’s just going to keep chugging on, whether I compose witty words to describe it or not. I am caught up in hanging with the puppy (sometimes even in bed!).

The best sporting part of Montreal was deciding to swim a solo. I went planning just to swim a duet. When I originally signed up, I did so as a solo, as it looked like no one else from my team was going, since we agreed to swim at the Gay Games in Chicago. There, I swam a team of 6 and a trio. One third of our trio happened to be from Montreal, so she decided to visit her family and we became a two-some. They still had me down for a solo as well, so all it took was some friendly support to convince me to swim alone. In a competition. For my first time. Ever.

I spent a couple of hours today editing all the video onto a DVD for our team meeting tomorrow night. If you beg nicely, I could be convinced to edit a few short movies together and toss them up on YouTube. How badly do you want to see me in a Speedo with pointed toes?

Beyond the sporty stuff. hanging with people was the best part of the two weeks away. Swimmers from Quebec, Paris, Amsterdam, Frankfurt, Toronto, and even Sacramento, not to mention the Canadian National Team! My sister and her new girlfriend. A long-lost friend from college and his boyfriend. My duet partners mom and her many draq queen friends. A co-worker’s recent friend and the source of the best eating recommendations in all of Montreal. A fellow knitter and his fellow, Nigel (who commented on my last post) and Geordie (father of knit designer Holly), who we followed to Quebec City.

Knitting-wise, I finished the last sock for the Trek-Along while in Chicago. I’ve worn the socks twice, and they are so much softer after washing. I’ll definitely be buying some more of that yarn. The sock that I was knitting coming out of the the Metro when spotted by Nigel is finished, and I’m well into the foot of its brother. It’s a simple sock with the split toe from Knitty.com’s latest issue, no intarsia or mock-button back. No need to design one myself, now. We’ll see how that yarn (Lana Grossa’s Mega Boots Stretch in orange with green and maroon varigation) wears. I don’t like the toe-up sock for one reason alone: the cast-off edge of the cuff is too tight, no matter how large a needle and suspended cast-off method. No need to design my own, Tricky.

One sunny day, I’ll get around to photographing a bunch of stuff. There’s still the Artfibers Mammoth raglan sweater that needs a collar and to be sewn together. Speaking of things that need to be finished, the cycling aran I made still needs a zipper, but remains one of my favorite things I’ve made. (Micah, I used a Rowanspun Chunky found on ebay.com.)

That’s all for this Sunday evening. I was supposed to do some work for my day job, but it was so much more fun writing to you. Hopefully, more words and pictures to come.

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