The Sabbath Scarf is Done and Gone

Actually, it’s been done and gone for about ten days, but I was waiting for my sister to get the package in the mail. Here’s a picture I took while it was blocking.



And a closeup:



This is a soft denimy blue, KnitPicks Gloss in “Dusk”. It looks teal in this photo, but blame the towel for that. She loved it! I also gave her this:



Which had been on her to buy list since she heard that it was available. That is what I meant when I said I had bought her something really neat, and one for myself. And this:



Am I a good baby sister, or what? [If I am, it’s because I’ve been watching her for 55 years.]

I am still happily knitting away on Sabbath Scarf II, KnitPicks’ Gloss in “Cocoa”, the second color leftover from Brother Sushi’s tie. As you have seen, this one is a nice Ghirardelli brown, and it is fiddly to photograph, but it tones well with my new brown skirt [now properly de-hoochified], and it will keep my neck and shoulders happy at my workstation. Or it may wind up as a gift. Depends on whether I can bear to part with it.

I have enough of the accent color, “Serengeti”, to make a pair of socks if I like. Which I probably will. Though my toes are not quite ready for prime time yet, in terms of healing vs. hand knit socks. “How long, how long, [piggies] will you weep?” Not much longer, I hope. [With apologies to Don and Glenn and the rest of The Eagles. Which has to be my favorite song on that CD. Two new CD’s in about as many weeks. Talk about an embarrassment of riches!]

Work yesterday went reasonably well. I emptied out my inbox as far as scanning the fax confirmations. But I have a tall stack of paperwork to enter today, to open up cases for minor settlements [where the injured party is a minor child, not when the amount of damages claimed is trifling]. The head yuck is inexorably descending into my chest, which gives me that “1-900 voice” effect. The plaintiff attorneys will just love that when they call in today!

I took another steep in the tub last night before bed, and I slept fairly well, and my toes are as happy and healthy as my head and lungs are not. I think they would not gross out anybody who happened to see them. Though I am still toying with the idea of slapping a happy-face sticker on each big toe whenever it is that I decide to go back to the singles’ dances at church.

We have new cell phones. LittleBit and HerSushi called from a kiosk at the mall to say that she could upgrade hers, because it is 2+ years old and falling apart, for $18 which they would bill us and which she would give me from her next paycheck [and she is a child who keeps her promises] and did I want to upgrade mine, too? Because there was a *red* one.

I met them at the bookstore after work, and we went to the phone store to have our numbers transferred. So now I have one deactivated phone that still works, for backup, and a gorgeous shiny phone the color of Lorelai that I barely know how to work, and I am at that stage of a cold where I don’t feel all that sick, but I don’t feel all that smart, either.

So, do I stay home from work and spend the day steeping in the tub, interspersed with naps and knitting and Cell Phone 101? Several of my co-workers expressed the devout wish, not unmingled with self-interest, that I stay home and take care of myself. Particularly those who have just spent three weeks getting over this. I don’t feel bright enough to reason my way through to a good decision, so I guess I’ll just see how I feel after taking LittleBit to seminary and to school. And maybe stock up on chicken broth and apple juice and other taste-able liquids to nuke. I could just about gargle with Arby’s “horsey sauce” right about now.

I wonder which box my mugs are in?