I don’t know how to attribute it, but I just folded yesterday morning while getting ready for work. Sneezing like nobody’s business, ankle swelling painfully, and enough verging-on-weepiness that I would have suspected PMS if I weren’t roughly three years past the M. So I called in sick, and I went back to bed, where I promptly fell asleep for the next four and a half hours.
It made for a weird day. When I awoke, I had gotten over the sneezing, my ankle had calmed down, and I no longer wanted to pull my lower lip up over the top of my head and howl. I still didn’t feel like knitting. (I know!) So I went into Ravelry, updated some of my pictures, and discovered that the photographs stored on the old computer did not transfer to the new one. I have a whole raft of empty folders which I will delete a few dozen at a time, and I guess I will be going back into my blog archives and copying/pasting pictures individually.
That should keep me out of the pool halls awhile longer.
The new guy and I were in touch via email last night. He has a pump that is supplementing the in-house treatment he received yesterday. The pump is Not Small. The cancer cells have been partying like it’s 1999 since his last blood test. They really grasp that whole “be fruitful and multiply” thing. He is (we are) hoping that the next blood test will show much improvement. I just had a mental image of the old RAID commercials. The can shows up. The bugs run, shrieking.
I like that picture.
I also photographed some old finished objects, the better to update Ravelry, and discovered that there were several pictures I had not published here on the blog, for items that were gifts. I deleted some frogged projects, linked a blog post or two, and finally, finally was in the mood to knit.
I’ve cast on for Chemo Cap the Second, worked the ribbing in the dark green, and worked two rounds in the bright yellow. I’ve also typed out the instructions (which were written for flat knitting) and adapted them to knitting in the round, because I don’t necessarily trust myself to remember to flip the knits and purls on even rounds.
My late mother-in-law used to say, “Trust in Allah. Trust in Allah, but keep your camel tied.” (She practiced Vedanta, not Islam; she just loved the saying.)
I have prepared my next KnitPicks order and parked it in my shopping cart for next payday. I will be filling in gaps in my needle inventory, in the smaller sizes. I entered all my pretty new 4” Harmony DP’s into Ravelry yesterday.
And I spent a little time looking for remnants of the fabric for Firstborn’s wedding gown, but found none. [Fourthborn, did I give those to you during a studio purge? Probably not.] But I did find my MoTab rendition of Messiah. So that was pretty cool.
I guess that’s it for today, unless I have another meltdown in the shower. I think I will be swinging by the pharmacy on my way to work, to see if they have any support hose or compression stockings in my size. One of my friends at church is going to give me a link that she uses. I think that will help a lot. I found some online a few weeks ago, but now I can’t find that link.
If I scoot now, I can get the Bittiest’s birthday present soaked and blocked before I have to leave for work. It’s a simple stockinette tube, so not much pinning required. I might just be able to smooth it out on the blocking board and call it done.
*Today is going to be a better day; repeat from *. (Just a little knitting humor.)
- 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!