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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

“Tuesday, Tuesday”

No, somehow I don’t think that would have been a hit for The Mamas & The Papas. [How can that song of theirs be nearly 50 years old?]

Significant knitting progress yesterday. In a little less than an inch of knitting, we have gone from 240 stitches per round, to 190. The next round will lop off another ten stitches. And that shade of gold that made me faintly nauseous when I was making the doll hat? Either I have gotten used to the transition, or it’s worked out a little differently in the skein this time, or the narrowness of the stripe is serving as visual Dramamine.

When I got to my desk yesterday morning, there was a long, skinny box that weighed about as much as a giant Hershey bar. Seriously. I thought, “She sent me a box of bumpy air?” Inside was a folk art doll with purple hair and the functional equivalent of Signature stiletto knitting needles and her own knitting bag, wearing flip-flops. Fourthborn and LittleBit should both be pleased! [I know I am.]

I think she will fit in quite nicely with the resin crew. She only looks soft and squishy. Those knitting needles will fend off all sorts of mischief and mashers. I managed to get her home last night without shanking my leg. Pictures to follow when it’s not dark-thirty outside and I’ve had another night or two of excellent sleep, like I got last night.

Ms. Ravelled is feeling a wee bit less unRavelled this morning.

The first day back at work after vacation can be gruesome. Mine was significantly better than not-bad. Chewed my way through my inbox and filed away most of the scanned mail. Closed two cases. Have two new ones to open. We got a conformed copy of the dismissal order on a third case, but the signature page was truncated; i.e., the judge's signature and that of opposing counsel was cut off from the copy the court sent back to us, so I will probably have to walk over to the court today and ask them to conform another copy.

No lunch with my attorney yesterday; he thought we had agreed on Thursday. I told him that that was when I will be relieving switchboard so the rest of my team can go out for Administrative Professionals Day (sadly, I don't get to double-dip). So, probably Friday. His former secretary says I should make him take me out for my birthday, and again for APD. I say, “Nahhh.”

Time to figure out breakfast and gather up my tote, my knitting bag, my temple bag, and however many of my marbles I can find rolling around on the couch.

Three days until I can sign up at the health club, woohoo!

Happy Tuesday, everybody, with or without a proper theme song for the day...

3 comments:

AlisonH said...

April birthdays are a wonderful thing. (We've got three in the family here, including today.) Happy birthday!

Jenni said...

Glad your first day back was even better than just manageable.

Murr Brewster said...

Congratulations on two excellent, contiguous nights sleep, unshanked legs and a significantly better than not bad day at work. I want to see the pictures you promise. In return I promise not to go on and on about how impossible I think knitting is.