Getting back into knitting.

Now that the recovery from carpal tunnel surgery on my right hand is progressing to "only wear a brace when moving furniture and the like", I'm beginning to commence to restart some of the hobbies I used to do before my hands started to bug me so much. No, not writing, at least not yet; if I do go back, it'll be after the left hand is done. No, I'm talking about knitting.

Alert hearth/myth readers know that I used to knit a lot. A month or so ago, on a whim, I joined a FB group for beginning knitters, and as such things do, I started to get the urge again. I've been casting sidelong glances at the shawl I started knitting three! years! ago! (the pattern is called The Minimalist and the yarn is Julie Asselin Leizu Fingering in the Coquette colorway) and have just about admitted to myself that I'll never finish it. I mean, I might finish it. I'm pretty far along. But whether it's the pattern or the yarn color or the fact that my shawl tote is already so full that the top is about to pop off, it's just not inspiring me.

So last weekend, I went over to my closest local yarn shop and began to search for inspiration. In my experience, there is nothing like a yarn shop for inspiration -- all those squishable yarns in beautiful colors, with sample garments and accessories knitted up to help you visualize what your project might look like when it's done.

In chatting with one of the owners, I explained my situation and mentioned that I was thinking of getting back into knitting not by finishing the shawl languishing at home, but by making a cardigan. 

The skeptical look she gave me only strengthened my resolve. 

The new project and Tigs' paws.
Lynne Cantwell 2026

For those who care about such things, the yarn is Malabrigo Rios, four skeins of Cian (the lighter blue) and two of Azul Profundo (the darker blue). If they'd had six skeins of the Cian, I would have stuck with just that color. But I figure I can use the dark blue for the button band, bottom band, pockets (one of which you see here), and however much of the bottom sections and cuffs of the sleeves is left when I run out of the Cian.

Almost immediately upon arriving home, I cast on for the sweater, using the pattern for a raglan sweater in Ann Budd's The Handy Book of Knitting Top-Down Sweaters. I have made several sweaters from patterns in this book before, including the raglan-sleeve one, and after knitting a few rows of this new sweater, I couldn't figure out why I hadn't had to start the raglan sleeve increases yet. Then I realized I had accidentally been using the pattern for a sweater with set-in sleeves. I could have kept going, but I don't want to make a cardigan with set-in sleeves. I want to make one with raglan sleeves. At least I didn't have much to frog.

The patterns in the book are very basic, so you can zhuzh it up with your own details. For example, there are no directions in here for patch pockets, but they're easy to add; ditto for changing up the style of edgings and trim. I want to make a cardigan because I have approximately a billion buttons in my stash; the easiest option would be to make the bands out of 1x1 or 2x2 ribbing, but I've decided to use a fun round cable detail on the pocket fabric and I'm thinking it would be cool to do a similar detail on the button band. So now progress has stopped on the sweater yoke while I go spelunking for patterns with cabled button bands. 

Full disclosure: Progress on this blog post stopped for a bit just now while I did more spelunking. I did get some ideas from this latest round, at least. I think the next step will be to dig through the button stash. I know there are some bright yellow buttons in there, and for some reason they keep pinging at my brain. Once I've got that decision made, I'll go back to knitting, I swears it.

Who knows? Maybe this project will give me an idea for a new book.

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Squishy surgery recovery, and: home improvements, oh boy.

The recovery: As I mentioned last week, I had carpal tunnel and trigger finger surgery on my right hand on September 11. The stitches came out this past Monday. Everything looks good (I'm sparing you a pic, "good" being a relative term), but I have to wear the wrist brace part-time for another week, and then only with heavy activity for another four weeks. Also for the next week, I'm not supposed to do any pushing, pulling, or lifting of anything heavier than a cup of coffee (actually what the PA said was that the weight limit was five pounds -- I didn't ask where he gets his mugs). So it probably wasn't a good idea for me to vacuum and mop the Saltillo tile floors today, but they were too gross to let it go another week, thanks to the construction project I'll get to in a sec.

The other thing I'm supposed to be doing is exercising my right hand by squeezing something three times a day. He said a stress ball would work, or a rolled-up towel if I didn't have a stress ball. "No worries," I said. "The towel won't be necessary." 

Part of the collection. I have more at the office.
Lynne Cantwell 2026

He's lucky I didn't start listing them.

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Home improvements, oh boy: It was just last summer that I was explaining here on the blog about swamp coolers and how well they work for cooling here in the Southwest, including in my apartment, which has never had any sort of whole-house cooling because 40 years ago, Santa Fe would get maybe two 90-degree days a year.

I'm now eating my words, because this summer was brutal. This was the hottest summer ever recorded in Santa Fe. We had 63 days where the official daytime temperature reached at least 90 degrees, with two days in August hitting 98. It was also really dry this summer. And because the water tanks on the swamp coolers only hold enough for about four hours of cooling, I couldn't leave them on all day when I was at work, or leave the house for more than four hours. So I'm having a mini-split system installed.

Because my condo building is such a unicorn, it is taking the installers way longer than normal to put the thing in. The initial estimate was two to three days; tomorrow starts week two. It doesn't help that the monsoons have finally kicked in, which means no outside work when it starts thundering. I'm not complaining about their safety, or about the rain, which we need (we're in "exceptional drought" status). I just, y'know, want to have my cake and eat it, too.

One advantage of getting the mini-split installed, besides not dying from the heat, is that it's a heat pump system. So I'll be able to get rid of some or all of the electric baseboard heaters in this place. I need to lose at least one because the mini-split system will need one of those breakers. Mini-splits are supposed to be much more efficient than baseboard heat, so I'm hoping my electric bill will go down, despite adding A/C. Stay tuned.

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Alert hearth/myth readers know that I am constantly looking for ways to further gussy up the condo. So to take my mind off the installers making construction racket while I was working at home this week, I started thinking about a replacement for the perfectly serviceable ceiling fixture in the kitchen. The fixture that was there when I bought the place got damaged in the aftermath of the second flood, so I picked up the cheapest possible LED fixture at Walmart and paid an electrician to put it in for me. It works fine, but it's doing zero for the room style-wise. So I went spelunking online for flush mount ceiling fixtures that would work with my Southwestern boho vibe.

I ran into the same thing I always run into: "boho" gets you stuff draped with strands of white beads; "rustic" gets you stuff with pine cones and fake antlers; "Southwest" gets you Kokopelli. Add "copper" to the search parameters (to go with my cabinet pulls, etc.), and you end up with ugly industrial-style stuff, or else "modern farmhouse", which I'm told is on the way out. Add "blue", and you get nothing at all. 

I've settled on this one for now. (Maybe I can spray-paint the base antique copper.) I'll wait to order it until the mini-split saga is over. At least swapping out a single light fixture will be quick and easy. 

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Giving myself a hand, and; hardening DC.

Didja miss me?

I took last week off for two reasons: I had a friend in town for the week, and I had surgery on my right hand on Friday the 11th -- a carpal tunnel release and a trigger finger release for the middle finger, all in one go. Here's how things stood after I got home that day: 

Lynne Cantwell | Sept. 11, 2026

The Sharpie mark on my middle finger was put there by the surgeon so he knew which finger to release. I was okay with that.

I have since graduated to bandaids covering the incisions and my trusty wrist brace over them. I've slept with wrist braces on both hands for probably 30 years, ever since I read somewhere that they would keep me from waking up howling from nerve pain in the middle of the night. The technician who did the nerve conduction study on me said I was lucky; for a lot of folks, the braces stop helping after a few months. He also said that some patients have the nerves in their hand actually die. Luckily mine never have -- although they are bad enough that I will need to go through this for my left hand, too.

Anyway, I am hopeful that I can lose the whole works tomorrow morning after the stitches come out. Which is a good thing, because now that I'm seeing this brace 24/7 instead of for a couple of minutes every night before I turn out the lights, I'm noticing that it's pretty well worn out. The Velcro tabs still stick -- that's usually the first thing to go -- but a hole has developed at the base of one tab where it's sewn to the fabric of the brace.

I can already tell a difference. I noticed while driving this week that my left hand gripping the steering wheel was going numb, while the right hand just hurt where the incisions were -- no numbness. It would be amazing to have neither hand go numb while doing normal things like driving. So now I hope to get the left hand done as soon as they'll let me. 

Sleeping without wrist braces? What a concept!

I'll report back.

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Fun fact #1: We used to blame repetitive stress injuries like carpal tunnel syndrome on lousy posture while typing or doing other repetitive movements. I can't tell you how many times I've been advised to keep my arms and hands in a neutral position when I type. But it turns out that's only part of the story. The Johns Hopkins Hospital website lists several causes of carpal tunnel syndrome, but the one that researchers tend to consider more likely is not years of typing before anyone ever invented the term "ergonomics". It's heredity. Women tend to have narrower carpal tunnels than men, and we are ten times more likely to experience carpal tunnel syndrome because of it. And it can run in families.

All these years I've been blaming my messed-up hands on typing 40 pages of copy a night at Zapnews. Turns out I should have been blaming my parents. 

Here's an anatomical graphic of the situation. It's the transverse carpal ligament that the surgeon cuts through to make more room for the nerve.

Stolen from Medical News Today | Sophia Smith

Fun fact #2: You can make it worse when you sleep (see "waking up howling from nerve pain" above) by adopting the T-rex position or "dinosaur hands": sleeping on your side with your elbows bent and your hands curled toward your face. 

Lots of people do it because it's comfortable. Apparently some neurodivergent people adopt the posture as a self-soothing mechanism, and not just while they're sleeping. Regardless, over time, it can compress the nerves in your elbows and wrists and give you tingling and numbness in your hands. This article suggests that if you sleep this way, you could try wearing wrist braces to bed or hugging a pillow or a plushie when you sleep. (I do both, actually.)

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I should also mention that I probably never would have gotten this done except that now I'm on traditional Medicare, which is covering all the costs.

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I've filled up this post with enough medical news that I only have a bit of room to comment on Trump's triumphal arch project. Originally, he tried to sell it as a tourist attraction, including an observation deck. But now he's saying, via a post on Truth Social, that he intends for the arch to include a "top grade Military Complex", complete with drones, snipers, and ammunition storage.

The thing would be built in a traffic circle on the Virginia side of Memorial Bridge. I have driven around that circle many times, and I have questioned all along whether the idea of including an observation deck for tourists was feasible. That circle is crazy busy with traffic. You'd either need to build a tunnel from Arlington Cemetery Metro stop or a series of pedestrian overpasses, one from the cemetery side and one or two from the Memorial Bridge side. And if the arch itself would ruin the sightlines from the cemetery to the Lincoln Memorial, imagine how pedestrian bridges would further junk it up.

But now he's saying it'll be a military platform -- the implication being there would be no need for tourist access at all.

Now, he could be changing his tune because a similar argument worked to get Supreme Court approval for the ballroom project to go forward. That's supposed to be a hardened military installation now, too.

But come on. What is this administration preparing for? A siege of Washington? By whom? Who would those snipers be aiming at?

Maybe the majority of Americans who want him gone in 2028?

Makes me wonder what he has in mind for the entrances to DC on the Maryland side.

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What R.U.R. and A.I. have in common.

This is what I meant to write about last week before I got sidetracked. 

Andreus | Deposit Photos

When a regular American thinks of the Czech Republic or Czechoslovakia, not a lot comes to mind. Beer, maybe. Czech glass beads, for crafty types. The Prague Spring, if you're into Soviet history. Or if you're from Texas, you might think of kolaches, which I called Tex-Czech food when I ranted about them here on the blog a while back.

And if you're into old science fiction, you may have heard that the word robot was coined by a Czech author in a work called R.U.R. 

I had never read it, so not long ago, I looked it up. It's a play written by Karel and Josef Čapek, who were brothers, and it premiered January 2, 1921. It was such a sensation that it was translated into 30 languages within two years. As the play is way out of copyright, free copies abound online. You can find one here, if you're interested. 

R.U.R. is a dystopian work. The plot centers around a group of scientists and a rich entrepreneur who have banded together to build a factory to create robots for menial work. Their company is called Rossum's Universal Robots, or R.U.R. for short. The word "robot" comes from robota, the Czech word for "forced labor" or "slave". (Karel said it was Josef who coined the term.) But Rossum's robots are more like androids or cyborgs; the formula for creating them uses organic matter, not mechanical parts. Rossum's robots don't think for themselves, and they don't have emotions. They are built to be worker bees without all the difficulties that human workers present to management. Hence, they have become ubiquitous around the world as factory workers, office workers, and soldiers.

Unfortunately for the guys running R.U.R., though, their robots can evolve. They begin to develop messy human faculties like thoughts and feelings. And while troublesome units can be melted down and made into new robots, eventually robots outnumber humans. They take over and kill off all the humans. In the process, the formula for manufacturing new robots has been lost -- but the robots have also become capable of reproducing the human way. It's a brave, new android world.

Čapek meant for his play to be funny. He wanted to show that no matter how mechanized the world became, humanity in some form or another would survive. But that's not how the play was received. As Wikipedia says, "critics often considered it to be pessimistic or nihilistic, and purely either an updated Frankenstein, an anti-capitalist satire, or a critique of contemporary political ideologies." Isaac Asimov said he wrote his Three Laws of Robotics expressly to keep the robots in his stories from taking over and killing humans, the way the robots in R.U.R. did. 

The play hasn't aged well. The single human female character, Helena Glory, is treated by the men like an airhead who can't possibly understand what they're doing. Also, they all fall instantly in love with her. Sure, Jan.

What resonated with me, though, was that the robots didn't just riot against humans and kill them all, but that nothing stopped them from evolving to become ruthless. I couldn't help but compare it to what's happening with A.I. today. We've been reassured for decades by scientists and techbros that computers can't out-think humans, that they can only do what we program them to do. But then just last month, there was that news story about A.I. breaking out of their own companies' servers and pillaging servers at other companies. 

Maybe pillaging is too strong a word. But I've seen no evidence that these intelligences are being built with a moral compass. Apparently they lack programming that would tell them that if something can be done, it doesn't mean it should be done. Adolescent humans go through this same phase. Most of them outgrow it. But not all of them. And there are other ways for A.I. to destroy humans than to take up arms against us.

Is anybody working on a version of Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics for A.I.? Seems like somebody should. 

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The thought has occurred to me that techbros haven't built a moral compass into A.I. because they don't have one themselves. But I'm sure that's unfair.

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