Ripped, Burned and Busted

I ripped out my Dale baby sweater again. Gauge too loose this time. My swatches are lying to me. Either that, or my tension is roller-coastering madly. Perhaps I had the right idea when I decided to just knit socks until my baby arrives. Of course, then I won't have any pretty baby sweaters ready for her.

Sat out on the concrete pad Saturday and restrung wind chimes. I am burnt beet red on the inside of my left arm and the insides of my knees (I was sitting cross-legged.) My skin still feels hot. It hurts.

Today was Miss Yin's birthday party at the skating rink. I calculated that it had been 23 years since I last roller skated. I was a skating fiend, though, and it started to come back to me. I fell twice on my bum and once on my knees. As I was skating, I thought, I bet this is really good exercise. I may have to start going all the time.