Raindrops Keep Falling on My Socks

Greedo is doing the sock inspection tonight, because Somerset has to overnight at the animal hospital - she had 2 molars pulled, and because she's 10 years old, they wanted to keep an eye on her. Poor little thing. At least her mouth won't hurt anymore. Here's the first pattern repeat. It's a cable pattern I found in my Harmony Guide to Aran Knitting book. This is my first time cabling without needles - initially I thought it would be impossible, but then I realized that C4B doesn't mean slip 4 stitches on the cable needle...I'm now getting the hang of it, and might give a try to working on them when I fly back to Toronto on Friday (I returned a phone call from my parents today and the first thing they asked was "So where are you now?". Kyle had an email message to call our Ontario landlady - she wanted to check to see how we were liking the house. The scary part is that this back and forth bit is starting to seem normal) I had intended that the pattern have the appearance of the impression that raindrops make in sand (or dirt). I fear that it might look more like smallpox, or maybe bulletholes. Oh great, I may be knitting Socks of Death.