The man from the Tate is coming on Monday. So my job this week – I’ve done it several times before, in the last few years – is to translate the absolutely latest version of my husband’s work into a 21st century form, so that the man can take it away with him if he wants to.
My husband works on a DOS-based machine in an old version of Word Perfect. There are hundreds of separate files, one for each picture ??????? painted, and some extras. I feel, like Winnie-the-Pooh coming downstairs with Christopher Robin, that there must be an easier way to do this, but what I do is load each file separately one-by-one into a modern Word Perfect on my machine – thank goodness that is still possible -- and then save it as a Microsoft Word file.
On my husband’s old machine, I can write little macros (in DOS, or Word Perfect itself) to help with repetitive jobs. But I think modern macro-writing is beyond me.
And then what? My desktop machine is pretty antique, and for some years has refused to write CD-ROM’s, although it can still read them. Will there be room for the whole thing on a memory stick? Cloud storage, which James has been pressing on me, is another possible solution.
And the other thing is that I had better get Big Thomas’s Brownstone blocked today, if possible. It goes on the dining room floor, you will remember. It’s got to be dry and up and away by Monday (at the latest) so that they can work in there without stepping on it.
I finished the first sleeve of the little Brownstone last night, and am well forward with the ribbing on the second. I think we’ll achieve Christmas without stress. I’m going to leave out the two short-row passages with which Jared lifts the back. The shaping from the point where sleeves are joined to body may involve an uncomfortable amount of thinking – the very point at which, on the big sweater, I could stop thinking and leave everything to Jared.
Maybe it won’t be as bad as I anticipate.
Miscellaneous, knit- and non-
Little Thomas is seven today.
Queer Joe has posted a most interesting video about that hexi-puff quilt which appears to be the pattern-du-jour. I always knew he was handsome, and am now struck with how nice he is.
Roobeedoo, thanks – your blog – for the pointer to Skein Queen and the push towards Weekend Hats. There’s something about it in Zite this very morning. I don’t really need another hat book (just another few hours in the day) – but I’m tempted.
I was interested in your remark (comment, Saturday) about not buying yarn from the
US because one lives in . The
awfulness of having to pay for it a second time on the doorstep is disincentive
enough, but my feeling is that too many (from a knitter’s point of view)
Scottish sheep are there to provide (delicious) lamb chops, and stand about with coarse wool on
their backs which is scarcely worth sheering. Merino sheep, I believe, won’t even
“do” in Scotland ;
it’s too much for their delicate chests. I’m going to go on gathering yarn from
everywhere. If I can tempt you to buy some of Jared's "Loft" I won't have written in vain. England