A Bluestocking Knits

I am still knitting! but slowly.  This is the second of a pair of Gladys socks, started — to my astonishment and dismay — when I was staying with my mom in July.  I really like the pattern, and the yarn, and the pattern and the yarn together, but somehow I haven't managed to find the time to do much with them — and so, noticing that my slow increments are not at all unlike the growth rings of a tree, I started putting in safety pins at the beginning of each section of knitting.

— First, just above the rig-and-furrow, during Julia's audition for the Rose Parade Honor Band (she made it!).

— Then during her clarinet lesson a few days later.

— Then some weeks later in the waiting room while Laura had her wisdom teeth out.  Only 45 minutes!  Great for her, not so much for knitting!  Hard to believe that I managed to work more rounds during a clarinet lesson than during a wisdom-teeth extraction.

— Then on the next day, two hours or so of watching "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" last night with David.  I hadn't seen it before!

But now I'm ready to start the heel at last …