- 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!
Monday, April 24, 2017
Sunday, April 23, 2017
I had enough energy to make it through all three hours of church today, the first time that has happened in about a month. And not quite enough oomph to keep from coming home with ankles that were swollen into folds that Middlest said looked like cake batter. I tried to sing a line from "MacArthur Park" and only ended up confusing us both.
I've posted the following picture on the doll blog but wanted to share it here as well. Half an inch of progress on both the body and the third sleeve. Hoping for more progress tomorrow.
I got crabby with Middlest a few minutes ago, after I'd sat down to blog and my kid needed a quick favor that was not at all unreasonable. But I was a little tired, and I reverted almost immediately into I just put you to bed ten minutes ago and no, you can't have another drink of water mode. Which Middlest did not deserve, and I need to go apologize before we both crash for the night.
Apparently I haven't outgrown the need for training wheels on this motherhood buggy.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
I loaded and ran the dishwasher. Middlest accidentally pushed the start button when closing it again after removing something, and we've had a grin over that. Those dishes are now very, very clean. I'm about to empty the dishwasher and load it with the things that didn't fit into the first load. Having a third person in the house, while delightful, uses up dishes exponentially faster than when it's just the two of us. The kids caught up the laundry on Thursday. It was my turn to do something about the sink. We had the doll meet last night. And I am still running on empty from Middlest's latest attack of kidney stones.
We agreed last night, on the drive home from taking Fourthborn back, that today would be pretty much nonverbal and dedicated to rest. I had a decent night's sleep and have since had two long naps. I've been vertical for maybe five hours since waking to take morning meds at 6:00am. Middlest has been napping off and on all day and is currently sleeping.
I took Blessing from where she was looking trapped between her chair and the harp, and set Celeste in her place. I need to get Celeste a proper straight-backed chair in which to sit and play, but she looks as if she were made to play that harp. I've already shared to the two doll groups I'm on, on Facebook, and have gotten good feedback. As well as from my two harp-playing friends on my main FB page.
If you want to see the resin characters who showed up at last night's doll meet, here is a link. They are a group every bit as diverse as their owners.
I need to reload that dishwasher, clear some stuff off the bed so I may work on the quilt at least a little, and listen to my Book of Mormon. I want to wait 45 minutes, take my evening meds, and go back to bed. I'm not depressed. Thankfully, I'm not ill. And my back and shoulder are both mercifully quiescent. I'm just feeling distinctly unRavelled.
Friday, April 21, 2017
I should go to a funeral tomorrow afternoon, but I think I will just send a card and pray like crazy instead. I am all peopled out.
We are under a severe thunderstorm warning for the next hour or so and a tornado watch until 1:00a.m. The sirens went off at the fire station maybe 15 minutes ago ~ five years in this house, and it's the first time I've heard or noticed them. And the weather radio is screaming every five to ten minutes. This may be a very long night...
I'm going to pray that if we really do need to take cover, the Spirit will wake me up and help me to roust Middlest.
Over and out.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
I save his cards every year, because they're so spot-on.
The repaired/restored harp arrived safely from the Etsy artisan, and I've got it set up on the dining room table for the moment, with Blessing perched in her chair looking distinctly unenthused.
I made a (very) little progress on Avery's sweater today. I did reach my quilting goal this evening. Am hoping that I can finish out a second corner on the border and start working toward a third. We have PieFive with the doll folk tomorrow night, and I have a funeral on Saturday. Another of Heavenly Father's noble sons has gone Home. Comforting his beloved is more important in the eternal scheme of things.
I've just lost half an hour noodling around in settings on the doll blog. Night, y'all.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Also paid the light bill (almost forgot to, but then it's been crazier than usual around here for the past week or so) and picked up more milk and orange juice.
I've made respectable progress on the quilt today and added at least eight rows to the body of Avery's sweater. It's now sixteen rows and 7/8 inch long. If my calculations are correct, it will be something like 105 rows long when I reach the armscye. The fabric is gorgeous, but that much stockinette is visually boring, so I'll spare you. If you're that curious, head over to the doll blog for a beauty shot.
When I get to work tomorrow, the reconstructed harp should be waiting at my desk. Tracking says it was delivered at 12:07 this afternoon.
Middlest is still puny. The second kidney stone is out of the kidney and slowly carving a path to the outside world. We can track it by the Morse code of bruises along my kid's upper abdomen.
I've spent the evening in my room with both lamps blazing and the door closed, as Middlest's migraine continues to rage, and that much light would only make it worse.
I've enjoyed my staycation, and I'm ready to go back to work tomorrow. Fourthborn is staying to watch over Middlest, and I haven't decided if I'm going to the Dallas knit night after work, or simply coming home by way of the grocery store for more bottled water.
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
This had to qualify as the most interesting birthday to date. Middlest and I both had irregular sleep and found ourselves up at the same time. Since it was after midnight, I opened my present from my sister: a charming print, a pair of earrings, and a scarf knit up from yarn that I slipped into her Christmas package last year. Here's a beauty shot of the unopened box.
We ransacked the truck. I dropped my kids at Barnes & Noble with the snacks they’d brought to while away the afternoon, had lunch with J, and drove back home to check the house. The wallet wasn’t there. I checked the Tardis again. Still not there. So I fired up my phone and discovered that the pharmacy had been trying to reach me for four hours.
Ahem. I drove up to Wylie again, sheepishly picked up my wallet, tanked the truck, and picked up my kids after hitting the drive-thru at In N Out, because I didn’t want to face the nice people at Whataburger again.
I should mention at this point that it had been raining off and on all day, in varying degrees of intensity, and that my left side got a good soaking at the drive-thru. By the time I got a block or two west to pick up the kids, it had subsided ever so slightly. Oh, and Middlest is in the process of ejecting a second kidney stone so is not moving all that fast.
We stopped at Home Depot to use the loo. At which point I discovered that my phone was now missing. After ransacking my purse and the poor Tardis again, we discovered it just over the horizon of the dashboard.
They inhaled their burgers and fries while I hobbled into the party store to order balloons for the dinner. I’d bought a Grim Reaper balloon online because I couldn’t find one locally. I have wanted this particular balloon for twenty-five years, ever since I spotted it just before my 40th birthday.
Because it was my birthday, the staff “serenaded” me while I wore an enormous purple velvet sombrero. (My respect for the vaqueros who ride in the Fourth of July parade has gone up tenfold. Those hats are heavy!)
When I got home, I discovered that one of my new earrings had gone walkabout. I put new batteries in the flashlight and checked the Tardis, but it was nowhere to be seen. I almost lost both of them, but I found the other dangling like a pennant from my hair and caught it just in time. This, after crimping the hooks twice while wearing them. The good news is, I have a Murano glass earring (somewhere) in the same colors that was orphaned a decade or more ago, and I can wear them as a mismatched pair.
Oh. The sheep. I almost forgot. LittleBit’s gift to me was a resin sheep that she found at an estate sale. Hence the title of this post.
Saturday, April 15, 2017
The good news is, I was able to use the box cutter to open the box, without sacrificing any body parts. However, I was unable to get the contents out of the box, because it would have required actual box-slashing, no small amount of grunting, and perhaps a childbirth word or two. Middlest is sleeping. Sleep has been frequent but fragile since coming home from the ER on Thursday, and I have no intention of rudely rousting my kid.
We made it to Costco this afternoon and got out slightly under-budget. We picked up KFC for the elders and for our own dinner and dropped theirs off on the way home, then unloaded the Tardis, ate our chicken (fingers for Middlest, pot pie for me), and sat in our chairs, stupefied.
Middlest went to bed. I grabbed my wallet and keys and made a quick run to the party store, hoping to find something suitable for Easter baskets for the dolls. To my delight, it was not a wasted trip. Came straight home and have been dragging around the house ever since.
I've got a bit of sinus drainage and have been popping the odd Ricola to minimize the hacking, which alarms Middlest every time it happens. Yes, I'm taking my antihistamine faithfully, and it helps. But nothing short of a resurrected body is going to stop this nonsense permanently.
I finished the first stab at the sweater body for Avery by knitting six rows of garter stitch and binding off. It's pinned out on the ironing board, where I gave it multiple shots of steam along its length earlier this afternoon.
My brain wants to do stuff. My hands are itching to create. And the rest of me is struggling to stay awake another 20 minutes so I can take my evening meds and call it a day.
I'm happy. I'm peaceful. I'm even verging on joyful. I'm also sick-and-tired. Night, y'all.
Friday, April 14, 2017
- Full stack technology - this does not involve transferring the entire batch of pancakes on a flattop to one customer's plate.
- Accelerator - this is not the gas pedal in the Tardis.
- Incubator - this is not a device for hatching healthy chicks.
- Quantum computing - this is not Sam Beckett with a calculator.
We are both
Middlest: "I feel like there's something weird along my spine."
Me: "Well, they did pump you full of all sorts of chemicals yesterday."
Middlest: "They sure did!"
Me: "Stand up and turn around. Maybe your derriere is glowing like a lightning bug's!"
Middlest: [gets up, turns around, resists the urge to moon me] "Well?"
This was about fifteen minutes after my giggle-fest when I heard Middlest barking at Shut Up Maggie.
Me: "Are you barking at the neighbor's dog?"
Middlest: "Yes, why?"
In knitting news, I may have mentioned that I got bored knitting 150 stitches per row in stockinette on 0000 needles once I realized the piece was going to be too large to serve as the body of Avery's sweater. So I googled "knitted spiral scarf" and started decreasing. Once I'd bound it off, but before breaking the yarn, I took a good long squint at it and decided nah! and frogged it back to where the decreases began. I'm going to listen to some General Conference addresses, finish picking up the frogged stitches, and complete it as a proper rectangular scarf. At which point it will probably be time for bed.
Thursday, April 13, 2017
I came home yesterday from work after a productive day, wishing nothing more than a shower, a bite of dinner, and an early bedtime. I was greeted by a very polite Middlest, requesting that I inspect my kid's lower back for bruising and/or a difference in texture between the sides at kidney level. Which I found.
I politely requested time to process the inevitability of an ER trip while the oven heated for pizzas, and more time while the pizzas baked. I was still processing when the pizzas came out, so I put Middlest's on a plate and took it back to my kid's room. I ate mine here at the computer desk, playing solitaire and trying to get a grip.
I had started a load of laundry before dinner prep (such as it was), so I fed the dryer and the dishwasher, then sluiced off in the shower to rid myself of any remaining negativity. Middlest packed snacks for us and bottles of water. I gathered what I thought would be enough yarn to get me through the night. By 8:00pm, we were on the road to the local ER which had cared for Beloved before he passed, Fourthborn on Black and Blue Friday year before last, and me when I drove myself there about three years ago because of a symptom that scared me a little. No more Parkland for us after the frustrating experience with their billing office last October.
The first CT scan confirmed a kidney stone that was still bouncing around in the kidney, unwilling or unready to come out and play. And a probable pocket of air in the abdomen that shouldn't have been there. So they did another CT with contrast, which confirmed the anomaly but didn't show any perforation(s). And they decided to admit Middlest for observation and possible exploratory surgery. At which time I asked what I should do, and everybody told me to go home and go to bed.
Since I'd now been up for 22 hours, I did not argue. I'd taken my usual evening meds at 10:00, except for the muscle relaxer, and I took that when I got home and slept through my 6:00am alarm for morning meds, waking an hour later. (Sleeping through the alarm is possible because I awaken to classical music, not heart-stopping electronic screaming.) Took my meds, checked the phone for messages, turned on the ringer, and went back to bed for another three hours.
I had run out of contrast yarns for the Fair Isle sleeves on the doll sweater while at the ER. I guesstimated how many stitches I'd need for the sweater body in plain knitting, figuring that if I'd guessed wrong, one of our dolls would be getting a monochromatic scarf in Doctor Who proportions. Before heading back to the ER this morning (a room hadn't opened up overnight, so Middlest was still in the isolation room), I wrapped the knitting around Avery and discovered that it was going to be a scarf and not a sweater body.
When I got to the hospital, I learned that the surgeon and the floor doctor had been wrangling decorously for two hours regarding the necessity of surgery, the surgeon wanting to keep his knife in his pocket rather than split Middlest from sternum to pelvis (neither Middlest nor I had envisioned major surgery with the prevalence of laparoscopic surgery nowadays), and the floor doctor wanting to leave nothing to chance.
I'd like to buy that surgeon a cheeseburger. Especially since Middlest related in a quiet moment that the surgeon had said my kid would have a zipper-like scar down the mid-line if the wound healed. If. Not a prospect that either of us enjoys contemplating.
We are home with prescriptions for pain relief and two antibiotics, as the lab tests revealed blood in the urine, indicating that while one stone (that they saw) is still waiting to pounce, another one passed. The home teachers have come and given each of us a priesthood blessing. Middlest is snoring quietly in the middle bedroom. I have had a four hour nap and am half an hour overdue for my evening meds. My back is still tight but not currently howling at me. Since I did not post last night, I haven't shared that I am getting a referral to physical therapy.
I have two or three weeks' worth of medical receipts that I need to upload for reimbursement, and tonight is not going to be the night for that. I'm about ready to go back to bed, and I'm looking forward to going to work tomorrow (and cramming two days' worth of work into one) to prepare for being off three days next week in celebration of my birthday.
Feeling blearily thankful for the prayers and positive thoughts offered up by our friends and family over the past 24 hours. Over and out.
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
I'm not sure how this happened, if it's trapped emotions or leftovers from when I hefted that industrial vacuum up the stairs to the stage while helping to clean the chapel a few months ago.
In other news, I've bought two floor lamps to supplement the light in my bedroom. I found them at World Market after the nice man at Bed Bath & Beyond said his store doesn't carry lamps, and to try JoAnn (OttLite at $300, no thank you) or World Market. I found a bronze metal lamp, and the clerk told me it was on closeout and half off. She had another in the back. I bought them both.
Tomorrow I'll figure out how to get it plugged in. I haven't been able to quilt in the mornings before leaving for work, and that's frustrating. So, if not tomorrow morning, then tomorrow night.
I took my Robaxin about an hour ago, and I can still vaguely feel the knot in my back. Time for some ibuprofen and lights out.
Monday, April 10, 2017
When I got to the office, it took 20 minutes of driving around and around to find a parking spot in which to insert the Tardis. My first stop was the deli for a bottle of milk and three chocolate chip cookies. When I eat my feelings, I don't mess around!
My Etsy order was delivered today as promised, and the box appeared to be in good shape. The artisan had swaddled everything in bubble wrap and stuffed newsprint into odd corners. The bookcase was intact. The harp, sadly, was not. I have no doubt that she will make things right. We are exchanging emails as I work on this post.
In knitting news, I discovered while posting side-by-sides of the two sweater sleeves that I had made a mistake with one of the pattern, and the second sleeve was almost a centimeter longer than the first. I've cast on a third sleeve and will decide what to do with the first one later. It could become a lumbar pillow or the start of a sweater for a different doll or simply a gauge swatch. Meanwhile, I am nearly done with the garter stitch band at the base of the sleeve, and I really need to feel successful at something, so I am going to call this a post, fire up a Conference address, and let my fingers do the walking.
Tomorrow, as Miz Scarlett was fond of saying, is another day.
Edited to add: she can fix it! I've swaddled it within an inch of its life, and I'm shipping it back to her after work tomorrow!
Got neat stuff from my kids. Handmade cards from the Bitties and their cousin who is staying with them. Donegal yarn from Secondborn, who was in Ireland last week. And a good-size resin sheep that LittleBit found at an estate sale. Hence the title of this post. Chocolate. And more chocolate.
My sister gave me a lovely print, a pair of earrings that I wore to dinner and seem to have lost one of already, and a scarf knitted from some of the yarn I tossed into her Christmas box last year. I've replaced the batteries in the flashlight that lives in the Tardis, and I saw no sign of the missing earring. I will carefully take apart the gift bags after I have slept. Sleep is crucial at the moment. I've driven roughly 200 miles today, and I was planning to drive to Oklahoma tomorrow, but I've messaged my newfound cousin that Middlest is ill again/still, so we need to reschedule. (Middlest keeps insisting that I should go, but I just don't have the spoons for nine hours in the car after the extra time I spent driving today.)
Oh, and there was a point where I couldn't find my cell phone. I finally noticed that it had slipped past the horizon of the dashboard. Today has been a comedy of errors, but I've brought Middlest home, and I've taken my evening meds, and I'm about to fire up the white noise machine and call it a day.
Sunday, April 09, 2017
Early in this dream, my friend Speed was visiting, and he asked if we wanted to take our relationship to the next level. (We have never had that sort of a friendship.) I told him only if he wanted to investigate the church and be baptized. He said OK. I think it was at that point that I started looking around the house for a spare Book of Mormon and noticed that a particular dresser (which does not exist) was missing from my room.
I walked into another room to find the children's father sleeping in my father's bed, having just come home from work. I tried to talk to him but got nothing but sleepy murmurs. I walked out of that room, closing the door rather loudly (ahem!) and walked into another part of the house. Moments later, I found the children's father up and dressed and wide awake, shoving furniture around in the back bedroom of the house we shared. He told me that the new bishop (we don't have one) had called, and I was supposed to take in my brother-in-law.
In this dream, Middlest (invited to live with me in real life, and most welcome!) was was off doing whatever my kid does while I'm sleeping and dreaming. The children's father had somehow taken up residence in a different room and was appropriating my stuff. And I was trying to get to the app which contains our ward directory to verify that there had indeed been a change of leadership in the ward, but was stuck in an endless Facebook loop. I wandered into another room full of my Relief Society sisters from various wards I've lived in, and one of them pulled me in for a hug and told me I just needed to let all of this stuff go. I stood there and sobbed in her arms.
Yeah. I have no idea. But maybe I should pack a spare Book of Mormon when I go to the family reunion this summer.
In other news, I posted to FB about the sticks in my freezer, and a friend from the singles program shot me an email. I paraphrase with his permission:
I once owned 20 acres near [a lake] - a neighbor cut a lot of brush on his parcel, piled it and set fire to it.
Another neighbor (Asian) told him "You just burned up $100,000." The resourceful Asian cut the same brush on his parcel and built a steamer from used oil drums. He hired women to steam the branches to kill off critters, then sort and bundle them to be sold to flower shops and craft stores for floral displays etc.
This is just one of several businesses the Asian was involved in. His land was improved with a large house and a tractor, etc. He was an interesting example for the rest of us.
I need to talk to my doctor about upping the diuretic. I came home right after sacrament meeting, because my lower legs were doing the "get me out of this meeting" twitch for the latter part of the meeting. I didn't feel sick, just swollen and achy and tired. So I bummed two ibuprofen from Middlest, ate a light lunch, and slept the afternoon away. Knit has thus far not happened. I'm not sure that it will, although I do need to step away from the computer and put my legs up. I think I will wash a latte cup full of grapes and curl up with a good book.
Saturday, April 08, 2017
I did a search for "virtues that are also women's names" and found this list:
I was somewhat amazed to find Constance and Joy on the list of boy's names. And who would name a poor innocent baby Rogue or Rebel? Might as well call him Lucifer and be done with it.
I got notification that the harp and the alchemist's bookcase have shipped.
In other news, I took two bags of dead light bulbs, dead batteries, and dead electronics to the toxic drop-off today. And Fourthborn was able to change out the light bulb in the garage with me standing there to spot her. No more doing laundry in the dark, at least for another year or so.
I made a few more rounds of progress on Avery's second sleeve, and I did a bit more quilting. I'm going to work on the latter until bedtime
Friday, April 07, 2017
Fourthborn had an outfit that suits very nicely in terms of fit, color, and coverage. It's been in storage, so it needs a little TLC.
I am crazy-tired and ridiculously happy. That's all I've got for you tonight.
Thursday, April 06, 2017
In knitting news, the orange tabard has its ends woven in and is ready for blocking. About 75% of the stitches on Avery's second sleeve had slipped off their needles, which involved about 20 minutes of fiddling (and mental muttering) while at Knit Night 2.0 this evening.
I've revamped the formatting of the doll blog. I liked the colors of the previous incarnation but not the layout.
FedEx has notified me by multiple means throughout the day that Adela will arrive tomorrow. Can't wait to meet her.
In technology news, my phone somehow figured out how to change the screen brightness to "total eclipse" mode. I discovered this after listening to a chapter in the Book of Mormon while driving to work, when I wanted to pause the app so I could ponder it and pray the rest of the way to the office, as is my habit. CouldNotFind the pause button, so I ended up hearing half a dozen chapters with increasingly less focus and increasingly more frustration. I wasn't sure that I'd be able to shut my phone up so I could take it into work. While I am all for being a member missionary in theory, I doubt that my coworkers would find Abinadi's exchanges with wicked King Noah and his apostate priests as interesting as I do, particularly if they were trying to communicate with a court coordinator or one of our clients.
Once I was in the parking garage, I managed to access the settings button and discovered that my brightness was dialed down to near-zero. Fixed that, exited out of my Book of Mormon, and took my cranky self upstairs to start my day. That was quite possibly the most counterproductive study session I've attempted since the kids were toddlers.
It will be funny someday. Today is not that day. In typing this, my angry cough bubbled up. I am going to swill some water, eat a square of Ghirardelli, and knit a little before bedtime.
Wednesday, April 05, 2017
TheKid was back from his mediation with the news that we are set for trial in two weeks. It's a consolidated case, and while the Co-Defendant's counsel graciously provided all of the documents we requested, neither he nor Plaintiff's counsel had remembered to forward the trial notice to us when we were brought in a month and a half ago. This necessitated some research on my part, a flurry of emails among the attorneys, and the blessed decision by Plaintiff's counsel to request and file an agreed motion for continuance. Which meant that I did not have to clean up the blank documents I had just created, and could delete them in good conscience.
Then we had a two hour live streamed meeting with other offices who do what we do, and me without any lunch. When the meeting adjourned, there was a mass exodus to the loos, and I walked across the street to McDonald's and got a double cheeseburger, the smallest possible order of fries, and a bag of sliced apples. I was back at my desk at a quarter to four. I leave at five.
I think I've mentioned the wonderful attorney who has been out on medical leave for much of the last year. He handed in his resignation a couple of weeks ago and today was in the office packing up the last of his stuff. His paralegal sent out an email that everything was gone except a rolling side table and his (absolutely breathtaking) bronze statue of two rams butting heads.
I'd admired but not coveted it for years, and I am an Aries, even though I don't believe in astrology. I wheeled a cart into his office and loaded the statue into the top rack, then rolled the cart back to my desk and sent an email saying "dibs" and "is anyone willing to help me schlepp this out to my truck?" One of my girlfriends helped me get it out of the office, into an elevator, out through the service doors, down the ramp, around to the elevator for the parking garage, and all the way to the back of the garage where the Tardis was parked. Then she waited for me by that elevator while I moved the Tardis to a better parking spot, and we reversed our trek to put the cart away.
By this time it was 4:30. I had to re-file a document that I'd filed yesterday because a party's name was misspelled in the style of the case (after first making sure that that couldn't happen again). I got a packet of documents moved into SemperFi's outbox, and then it was 5:00.
Into my driving shoes and on to the loo, just in case, where my badge popped off the hem of my shirt, and I pinched something internally (in my abdomen) when I bent over to pick it up off the floor. Good thing I was the only one in there, because I was apologizing out loud to my tummy as I rubbed it, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Got that calmed down, gathered up my stuff, went down to the car, heaved a weary sigh of relief and uttered an even more weary "thank You" prayer.
Took the scenic route home. Container Store for something that Middlest needed, then the Big Main Store of Half Price Books, then the store between Belt Line and Spring Valley on the I-75 service road. Got two more books for the dolls' collection and a $3 bargain for me, stopped at the grocery store long enough to buy two pints of ice cream, came home and unloaded everything but the statue (which is behind the driver's seat and not likely to go flying anywhere), started the last load of laundry and threw pizza into the oven.
Dinner is over. I've eaten a few bites of ice cream and put a nearly-full pint back into the freezer. Time to put the clean stuff in the dryer while there's still light enough to see. (Did I mention that the overhead light in the garage burned out on Monday night?) And then it's a bit of quilting and hopefully an earlier night than last night, and maybe I'll finish the orange tabard.
Maybe. I am so done with this day.
Tuesday, April 04, 2017
I made a few more rounds of progress on Avery's sweater and got more ends woven in and trimmed off.
Work has gone well for the past two days. I closed another suit and kept up with things in general.
After dropping Fourthborn off at her house this evening, I popped in at the Half Price Books in northern Arlington and scored another five books for the doll bookcase. Then I drove home while listening to fairly awful classical music (not a huge fan of Ravel, which I find ironic given the name of this blog).
I've put most everything away and am about ready for bed. In a flagrant example of mind over matter, I've pressed the fabric for the next quilt blocks and moved it to my work table along with the instructions. Body was muttering I just want to go to bed, while Brain was countering, Not until you press that fabric and move it to the studio, missy!
So that's done. I also need to fold the clean laundry, but frankly I think I will just shove it to the fallow side of the bed and deal with it tomorrow morning. I didn't sleep as well last night as I do most nights, and I'd like to try to make up for that.
Sunday, April 02, 2017
I finished the second quilt block before Conference began. (The one where I had to pick up a small piece of extra fabric, just large enough to cut four 2.5" squares.) After the final broadcast, I preshrunk the fabric for the new blocks. It's not quite dry enough to press, but it will be in the morning, even if I don't necessarily have time to do that before going to work.
Last night I started adding links to doll sites to my other blog. I'm thinking of reformatting it, as it looks awfully sparse, even though I like the colors that I chose eight years ago.
There's a painting on the inside back cover of April's The Ensign that appeals to me. I'm going to see if I can get a copy in people scale and a smaller one to frame for the dolls. It just occurs to me that I need to find prints of the temples in doll scale for the room settings that I'm planning.
Who says I can't use my hobby to do missionary work?
Feeling thankful that the deluge earlier today did not drag a tornado along in its wake. At one point the rain was falling so noisily that I had to carefully open the front door and look at the driveway to make sure there wasn't hail mixed into it.
Feeling happy, and productive, and more or less rested in spite of all the spiritual blessings that poured out of my computer screen during this weekend's broadcasts. Someone wiser than I once said that listening to General Conference is a lot like trying to get a drink of water from a fire hose. So I'm thankful that the talks will be printed out and arrive in my mailbox next month, and that videos are already up on the Church's website.
Saturday, April 01, 2017
Today turned out nothing like I'd planned and was blessed by happy surprises. Dear friend and I rarely get to see one another. She came over this afternoon and brought her new granddaughter.
Pulled up at Costco one minute before closing and went on to Daiso, where I hoped to score miniature Easter baskets for the dolls. They had nothing that spoke to me, so I took an alternate route home because of an accident that was clearing on southbound Central Expressway, and I bought a few items at the grocery store, getting home just as we began to get a few sprinkles. We're supposed to have another nasty storm coming through in the near future.
I've started another tabard using leftover yarn from the above sweater. I've tweaked the design slightly from the Koigu one I finished a couple of days ago.
I am a happily tired mommy, and I am going to bed.
Friday, March 31, 2017
I paid off my Adela; Mint on Card says that she will ship in up to five business days. I also ordered a harp for Blessing and an alchemist's bookcase that Celeste will share with her.
Middlest was less headache-y today, so I showed off the lace and ribbons that showed up yesterday. Dinner was the last of the frozen pizza, because neither of us wanted to go out, nor were we in the mood to cook.
I cut out the pieces for the quilt blocks and discovered that in spite of cutting carefully, I do not have enough of the green fabric. So I completed Middlest's block, and I will need to buy another block kit tomorrow or a fat quarter of the green. My block is as put-together as I can make it without the missing links.
It is late, and I am sleepy, so I'm going to surprise us all and go to bed. Can't wait for General Conference this weekend.
P.S. If you ever followed my doll blog in the past, it is up and running again after a six-year hiatus. Unlike this blog, I will occasionally link the other to (the closed doll group on) FB. Night, y'all.
Thursday, March 30, 2017
The leftover pumpkin laceweight yarn that I used for October's sweater is a perfect match for three of the silk ties that I bought last week.
I've started posting on the doll blog again. That one, I'm willing to link to the doll group on FB.
I'm tired from all of the excitement of today's package, and the new skein that followed me home, and that I get to pay off Adela tomorrow. I'm going to take my meds a little early and go to bed, because I'll probably wake waaaay ahead of my alarm tomorrow.
Just as if it were Christmas in March.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
The tabard blocked out nicely. I'll give you a visual sometime in the future. It still needs snaps and two decorative buttons. All of the frogging and reknitting has produced a garment that should fit Adela well, assuming that the colors suit her.
Two days. Two days until I pay off my layaway. I printed off my pay stub first thing when I got to the office. The numbers delight and astound me. I suspect that millionaires get nowhere near as much joy and satisfaction as I do from the financial progress with which I've been blessed over the past 20 years. The blessings that come from paying one's tithing are not necessarily financial, and I don't count those as my greatest blessings from obedience to this principle. But the ambling-toward-solvency (with periodic setbacks) has been one small miracle after another. And I am grateful.
So, we had major weather in the North Dallas region last night. The weather radio shrieked several times before bedtime, and I was levitated out of a sound sleep at 2:12 this morning by another series of alerts. I stayed up for an hour, listening to the wind and rain move in from the west, followed by maybe a two minute spate of tiny hailstones. There wasn't time to inspect the house and yard this morning, but I checked everything out once I got home tonight, and we appear to be unscathed.
The worst of the damage was to the north and south of us. A friend in the ward posted a picture of her neighbor's trampoline that had been lifted out of their backyard and into the street. We had one small twig, maybe as thick as my forefinger, broken off the bois d'arc tree in the backyard. Unless Middlest raised them upright after I left for work, our garbage and recycling bins were not knocked over as they usually are with winds like last night's.
The office today was mostly occupied by walking dead. I have no idea how many pots of coffee they went through. I stayed awake chiefly by willpower, aided by carrot sticks. It's (thus far) impossible for me to fall asleep at my desk while eating a carrot stick.
It's 10:30, and I'm fading fast. Night, y'all.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
So I messaged Fourthborn that knit would not happen tonight, and I messaged Middlest so my kid wouldn't be alarmed when arriving home from school by seeing the Tardis in the driveway. The mail hadn't come when I got home, so I went straight to bed and slept for two hours, waking with a perfectly normal temperature.
Middlest got home about five minutes after I arose, handing over a large official-looking envelope with my name on it. I said, "It's probably something about Social Security. As in, Congratulations, you're old!" I wasn't far off. It was from a company that wanted to sell me hearing aids.
In knitting news, I've woven in the ends of the tabard, and I've steam-blocked the shoulder edges, keeping the steam far from the ribbing at the waistband. I'll wait to sew on the snaps and decorative buttons until its intended recipient is in residence. But I know where the snaps are, and I know where the buttons are.
In doll news, three days until I pay off my Adela. And I messaged the Etsy vendor re: the items I want to combine into one order, and I found a miniature bust of Beethoven, and I measured Rosalie for waistband and skirt lengths. The ribbon order should be here on Thursday, so I anticipate much happy hand-sewing while listening to General Conference this weekend.
I'm feeling rather lively at the moment and will take advantage of that to preshrink the fabric for the quilt blocks which need to be done for Saturday.
Monday, March 27, 2017
The ribbons and laces which I ordered from the Etsy shop have shipped out and should arrive at the office on Thursday. I've ordered a Grim Reaper balloon for the family birthday dinner. I've wanted this one for 25 years, and it's no longer available in local shops. It should be here in the next few days as well.
The Gatorade which used to be part of Middlest's migraine regimen is by the front door to take to Fourthborn before Knit Night tomorrow.
Family Search emailed to say that one of my ancestors was an early member of Relief Society and perished at Winter Quarters. I need to figure out how she was related to Gram's mother, but not tonight, or I'd be up till all hours, and my muscle relaxer has kicked in, and I am done with this more than ordinarily satisfying day.
Sunday, March 26, 2017
I've made and remade the front yoke of the doll tabard at least four times, and (I think) I'm finally done. All that remains is to bind off eight stitches on the waistband ~ why I didn't do them en masse before starting the back, I can't say ~ weave in the ends, pick out buttons (decorative) and sew snaps (functional), and I can call it done.
I'm tempted to cast on another one, just to polish off the yarn. And then I want to design another one in laceweight to go with the neckties that I bought the other night.
Five days until I can pay off my Adela.
Saturday, March 25, 2017
In less exalted news, I think the fourth incarnation of the back of the tabard is long enough, but Rosalie (the doll belonging to Fourthborn which is visiting in Middlest's room so Middlest may knit her a sweater) is not accessible at the moment. Middlest is zonked out, so I've put a post-it on the mirror in the guest loo (a/k/a Middlest's loo) asking that Rosalie be moved out into the living room the next time my kid bubbles to the surface.
Like me, Middlest is prone to waking in the middle of the night and doing random quiet things until the urge to sleep returns. There's a pretty good chance that Rosalie will be parked in a chair out here when I wake in the morning.
One of the announcements last week at ward conference was that, since the Spanish branch has been absorbed into a ward that meets in the stake center, our ward is moving back to the 11-2 slot for the meetinghouse. I guess the solution to that is to reactivate the people who are not currently attending church, baptize an equivalent amount, and hope for the same in the other wards in our stake, so that they can create a new ward that meets in our building, and we can go back to the 1-4 slot, which is my favorite, instead of toggling between 9-12 and 11-2.
First world problems.
It's been a good day, and I'm sleepy, and I think I'll go to bed a little early.
Friday, March 24, 2017
Work went well except for one moment when I got irritated by something that SemperFi said, and within a minute my stomach decided to set my throat on fire. I didn't have anything in my desk drawer or my lunchbox to absorb the acid, so I forwarded my phone and went down to the deli for two pieces of lightly buttered toast. By the time I finished them, my stomach was calm and I'd adjusted my attitude.
He wasn't being tacky. I overreacted. In the sense of the famous Vietnam-era quote: We had to bomb the village to save it. Yeah, stomach: not helping!
On the other hand, my ankles have been calm all day, and I enjoyed a simple dinner at home with Middlest, and a friend from church has come by to borrow two long folding tables for a multi-family garage sale tomorrow, so now I can hang up my bra, take off my shoes, and knit until it's time to take my meds and go to sleep.
That was half an hour ago. I got distracted by an IM from a cousin I found on Ancestry. She lives just east of Tulsa. I'm driving up for lunch the day after my birthday, immediately after dropping off Middlest at the college. Hoping to get there around noon, but there are four or five construction zones between us. I will miss Knit Night that night, and I will probably sleep all day the next day, but it will be worth it. She will let me know when the ancestral family reunion is taking place, and I'm hoping to meet more of the family then.
There's going to be considerably less knitting before bedtime tonight, but the time spent in back-and-forth was absolutely worth it.
I am so blessed!
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Thankfully, once I got back to my desk I was able to be as productive as I am on my best days (just not for as long a stretch as I would have hoped).
Middlest's class was interrupted by a fire alarm at the college and multiple emergency vehicles, plus a ramped-up migraine from the disarranged morning. But my kid was able to come to tonight's knitting group, and we just inhaled some party tacos.
It was a day of at least two miracles that I'm aware of. The first before we left the house, when I went to quilt a small circle on the border and discovered that my needle had vanished. After prayer, it popped up on my mattress, rather than in a body part. The second was at work, when I was impressed to do one last check on a document I was about to file with the court and saved myself an embarrassing error. Guardian angels and the Spirit have been working doubles on my half today.
I've frogged the back of the doll tabard twice but seem to be on the right track now.
And on that note, I'm going to take my meds and finish the second half of that circle on the quilt and call it a day.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
On the way home tonight, I stopped in at the big thrift store next to my grocery store and bought nine neckties to cannibalize for doll skirts. Three colorways: rosy orange (I know!), yellows and greys, greyed greens. And then I went next door and bought food.
I'm hoping to be abed well before I was last night or the night before. Right now I'm eating some of that incredible mango salsa from Costco with chips I bought at the regular grocery after reading bag after bag to find a brand that does not use (or even possibly use) canola oil. I am so disappointed with Frito-Lay. Au revoir, Doritos Scoops! Anyway, I will need to sit up for awhile to make sure that this salsa does not decide to play 1812 Overture when I lie down tonight.
I'm off to quilt for awhile.
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Realized this morning that the lovely outfit I found last night does not suit the personalities of any of the MSDs I own or plan to buy. Plus, Fourthborn's Rosalie is visiting here awhile and is the right size to serve as a pattern model for Adela.
That's all I've got tonight, y'all. Taking my meds an hour late (again) and calling it a day.
Monday, March 20, 2017
Something I did last night until way too late was make a lot of calculations to try to figure out how to tweak the MSD patterns that I bought and downloaded on Saturday to fit Adela, who is taller and more generously endowed than most of my dolls. Because of a link to new Iplehouse dolls that a friend posted on the FB doll group, I discovered that the JID/FID (Junior Iplehouse Doll/Fashion Iplehouse Doll, both essentially MSD) sculpts are about the same height with equivalent shoulder width and bust size. And there is a lovely, lanky knit dress with belt, necklace, and stockings for an astoundingly reasonable price. So that might be getting bought when I get my bonus next week. The Iple girls have smaller feet, so that won't work for my new girls, but they have a wig that I think I want for the Nana when I order her and others that might do for Adela. I like these wigs better than the ones I've seen through Denver Doll or Mint on Card.
I knitted a little more on the tabard, and I got my visiting teaching letters mailed out. Dinner tonight was very simple: brown rice & quinoa with teriyaki meatballs and a small salad for dessert. I am craving massive amounts of something unhealthy. I'm not feeling particular as to what that might be. Instead I'll grab a few ginger cookies, load the dishwasher, and quilt for half an hour. My brain is going pingety-ping, so I might as well be productive with it.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
I'm still a little sad that I missed stake conference last weekend, but getting to Tennessee and home within the allotted week meant leaving right after work on Friday, missing the Saturday evening adult session, and missing the Sunday general session. I love stake conference, now that my children are grown and I'm not walking the halls with a crabby wee one attached to my shoulder, or nursing in the mothers' lounge.
I love ward conference as well. This one was no exception. I'm glad that we made it back from Tennessee mid-week so I could
I've tried several times this week to cast on a pair of baby socks to use up the last of the Koigu with the bug-chomped red Jitterbug, and I couldn't make it work. So today I cast on a baby sock with just the Koigu, worked three rounds or so, and didn't like the gauge. Frogged that, cast on twice as many stitches, and dropped it into my purse for later. I'm now into my third round, and so far it looks good. What I think it wants to be, is a tabard for the Adela doll I'm paying off when my bonus hits.
My sleep schedule is still wonky after vacation and aftermath. Grabbing my meds and calling it a night. (Not looking foward to seeing my inbox tomorrow morning, but ready to jump back into harness, regardless.)
Friday, March 17, 2017
I tiptoed out into the living room and grabbed the folded-up two-step stepstool and set it up at the side of my bed, then stepped up once, twice, put my hand on the pillar of the headboard, stepped onto the mattress, steadied myself, turned slowly, and tried tightening the light bulb. No improvement. So I took it out, went to the linen closet, and quietly pulled out box after box of light bulbs until I remembered that either Fourthborn or Middlest had informed me some time ago that we were nearly out of 60W bulbs. I was replacing one of those ugly coiled "forever" bulbs with a slim profile but could not find a 60W bulb narrow enough to squeeze into the opening in the diffuser globe. And we thankfully have no more of the ugly coiled bulbs.
So I went to the store, took the mostly-dead bulb with me so I'd choose a bulb with the right size screw end, and bought two packages that are ceiling fan friendly. Put one in, put the old bulb into the bag for recycling next weekend at the toxic junk drop-off, and called it done.
At which point I was hungry again, so I made a batch of pigs in blankets for us, and then I spent way too much time looking at doll stuff online (but not buying any). We saw the new "Beauty and the Beast" today, and I am so irritated with the conservative community for blowing up over a supposed "gay moment". Y'all know that I'm conservative, very conservative, but not so conservative that my brain has rusted shut. I thoroughly understand church doctrine regarding gender and behavior, et al, and I also remember clearly that the Savior spent a good chunk of His time telling us to be nice.
There were a couple of sly moments that were genuinely funny (in my opinion), but nobody kissed who shouldn't have. The music was gorgeous. The costuming was gorgeous. I had no idea that so many of my favorite actors could sing. That was a lovely surprise. I had no quarrel with the casting. The library was every bit as wonderful in this version as in the original movie. And while I think Dan Stevens is easy on the eyes, I still prefer the Beast.
I will be buying this movie when it comes out on video.
Having replaced the light bulb and discovered that the problem is more than likely with the fan proper, because the bulb lights up with the globe off and shuts down when I try to cover it, my room is going to be significantly brighter until I replace the fan or call in professional help for it.
I'm now going to do the quilting that I thought I was going to do all day, but other fun stuff happened instead.
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Woke with the alarm. Took morning meds. Drank a small glass of juice, ate half a muffin and some cottage cheese, and went back to bed for a short nap.
Spent the better part of my morning uncluttering the fallow side of the bed, which was piled high with clean laundry and items that didn't make the final cut for our vacation.
Middlest and Fourthborn have spent the day unpacking boxes and rearranging shelves in Middlest's room. They are more than halfway done. I am impressed, astonished, and a little envious of some of Middlest's doll furniture (curated slowly and providently over the past twelve years).
I spent an hour or two researching on eBay and Etsy. The most impressive items seem to be coming out of Ukraine and Russia, with substantial price tags and exorbitant shipping. I had no idea how spoiled we are by shipping fees here in America!
I spent less than an hour quilting. Knit happened not at all. Made a quick run to the pharmacy for some information not easily accessible online; hit Bueno on the drive home.
Tomorrow we run errands and see the new "Beauty and the Beast."
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Pictures to follow eventually. My phone is as tired as I am.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
We're here tonight. There was a dusting of snow when we awoke on the mountain, maybe an inch of wet fluff but no ice. We hit snow occasionally throughout the day.
We had dinner at the BBQ place my banker told me about last year. It was too loud and crowded for Middlest's comfort. The food was wonderful, and my kid requested that next time we get ours to go and eat it someplace quiet.
I find it amazing that Memphis is closer to my home than is Denver, or from my home in Boise to my sister's. I have a sudden urge to study Tennessee history to see if I can figure out why my ancestors left such a beautiful place.
We also went to the yarn shop that I discovered last year. I bought two hanks of Malabrigo Baby Silkpaca Lace in colors that almost perfectly match the Tennessee foliage (#862 piedras), and a hank of Dream In Color Jilly (#747 brownie). Both for doll sweaters.
OK, I'm done for today.
Monday, March 13, 2017
We went down (on the map) and up (geographically) to Boone, NC today. Had lunch at Tucker Cafe in the Boone Mall. A basil burger: really good beef, whisper-thin slices of red onion, mozzarella, Roma tomatoes, and lots of fresh basil in place of lettuce. Also a half order of most excellent fries.
After that we drove up to the Mast Store, bypassing their touristy outlet in Boone proper. I came home with mason jar shot glasses the perfect size for my larger dolls, a small ceramic casserole reminiscent of Le Creuset but nowhere near as spendy, a wreath in teals and deep blues sized for my tinies, and a red alarm clock about the size of a half dollar. And a gorgeous walking stick for me, for a tenth of what I'd pay at home for ones of lesser quality.
We leave tomorrow, hoping to evade the storms that will hit here, and planning to arrive in Memphis about the time that great BBQ place opens for the evening. Then home on Wednesday.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
We got into Little Rock about 2am and rented a handicapped room. Well worth the extra $10.
Drove something like 540 miles today. We're in Knoxville, and they think it's a smidgen after midnight, but my phone demurs. Most of you will lose an hour overnight. We'll lose two.
Hoping for far more sleep tonight. Have found a church with 9am sacrament meeting, and then we press on to the farm.
Thursday, March 09, 2017
There's your straight line. Tomorrow I will do as I did this afternoon, alternate very strongly minted gum with Ricola and send down decongestant as needed. Bradford pears are some of the loveliest trees in creation, and they hate me.
Work went well. We were handed a past-due answer, and we got 'er done. I remembered to set up my out of office message for email, and I set myself a reminder to change my voicemail message before leaving tomorrow. I've picked up Fourthborn, and two more cases of water, and some cottage cheese. I'm hoping that when I go to bed in half an hour or so, I can fall asleep quickly and stay asleep until the alarm goes off.
We're planning to make Little Rock before
Having just tried to drown myself while washing down my evening meds, I am going to soothe my throat with a little ice cream and call it a night.
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
SemperFi won his trial. We lost on liability, but the jury awarded less than our last offer, so it's still a win. There were a handful of items in my attorneys' outboxes, and I got those taken care of. I caught up and worked the incoming mail for the past three days.
I went onto my credit card company's website and entered our upcoming travel plans. On my way home, I dropped off a large bag full of grocery bags for recycling, got vitamins (Middlest) and shampoo and facial scrub (me). Picked up Middlest, and we went to Costco and Daiso. Middlest unloaded the Tardis. I baked pizzas.
I've worked out our itinerary, what we're doing where, the logistics of getting to church on Sunday, the motels we'll stay at, etc. Celebrated with half a pint of ice cream, and I don't feel the least bit guilty.
The doll sweater got blocked before I left for work, and now I don't remember where I put the bloomers and the hat. They're in my room somewhere, and I'll find them when I pack.
Knit did not happen today. I'm OK with that.
Tuesday, March 07, 2017
After all that, I got into the truck, swung by Trader Joe's for more ginger cookies and chocolate covered ginger (some for Fourthborn while she watches the house, some for Middlest and me while we are on the road), dropped a pair of baby socks into the mail, picked up Fourthborn, grabbed Bueno for dinner and went to Knit Night. There were a grand total of four knitters plus Fourthborn and another knitter's delightful little girl.
I am home, and medicated, with a new baby sock started and a body that is screaming for sleep. I finished the doll sweater while at the mechanic's, and it's on the ironing board waiting to be blocked.
Not happening tonight.
Monday, March 06, 2017
My work day was done at 1:45, and Middlest and I beat it for the dentist's office. While Middlest got a cleaning, I sewed snaps on the doll bloomers and attached the scarf to about half of the neck stitches. It's looking really good, and I'm going to try to finish binding off the rest of the live stitches at the neck before calling it a day.
My first order from Mint on Card arrived before we left the office, and I couldn't be more pleased with the color and variety of the shoes I ordered. I will definitely be doing business with them again.
The quilt shop called: the star quilt pattern I'd put myself on the waiting list for, was in. Did I still want it? I did. And I do not have time to go out to the shop before we leave for Tennessee, so I had them hit my card for shipping as well. It will be at my office tomorrow or the next day, as there's a post office inside the quilt shop.
After the dentist, we went back to Cheesecake Factory. I was a good girl and got a low-carb version with fresh berries, and it was quite tasty.
Got my numbers back from last week's blood work, and everything is good. She tactfully did not mention my weight when I was in the office, but in her letter she requested that I get back on track with diet and exercise. Absolutely, right after we get back from eating our way to Tennessee and home again.
We went to Michaels, looking for a straw cowboy hat for Honor. No luck. We then went to JoAnn's, where Middlest found a cheap one that will do for now. Eventually I want to get some milliner's straw and figure out how to make them myself. I also bought more elastic for future doll clothing, both the 1/8" super soft stuff and a couple of packages of foldover elastic in white and my favorite shade of yellow.
We took back the hand-held jar opener and picked up a couple of gorgeous bath sheets to take as hostess gifts. I massacred an old, ratty towel (which was actually Middlest's) when we were there last June, and I've felt bad about it and wanted to do this before now but hadn't actually gotten around to it.
I found out what my raise is going to be, and I'm pleased with that. I divided the new salary by 26 and populated my spreadsheet from March 31 through the end of the year.
We're home, I baked pizzas and nuked tomato basil soup for dinner. I'm full as a tick and ready to crash. The trash and recycling are out. Squishy came back tonight and schlepped the IKEA bookcase out of the back of the Tardis and onto the dining room floor, where it will be safe and out of the way until we get back and I figure out which wall I want to mount it on.
I'm so knackered that the poster child for crazy-tired would feel sorry for me if s/he only knew. Happy, yes, but still...
Sunday, March 05, 2017
I got through all three hours of church in relative comfort and was able to stand at the end of Relief Society with minimal difficulty and no pain. I almost fell asleep in class, so not quite enough protein in the system. It's a constant guessing game. Today I guessed wrong.
Church itself was good, even though I was spiritually unprepared. I had read neither lesson beforehand. I don't like that feeling. I'll do better this week. I haven't touched my One Year Chronological Bible since February 11. I got stuck in the Book of Job, as usually happens when I read my KJV. It's just so damn dreary, and it goes on and on and on, like Ravel's Bolero.
In happier news, Squishy scooped up Middlest for a play date. And when they came back, he opened a jar which has mocked me for three weeks. Let there be mango salsa (which Middlest cannot eat, because it contains cilantro, but not enough for me to taste soap).
I got a nap. I set the alarm for 8:00 so I could get a good night's sleep when I retire in a bit. I've spent a good chunk of the evening browsing the doll sites, noting which companies make dolls I like, and which dolls I'm interested in. I've color-coded the doll companies by whether I found them first on Mint on Card, Denver Doll Emporium, or Alice's Collection (which is a website I hadn't explored before).
I also googled "MSD cowboy boots" and have found a vendor which has them in stock in real leather. I'm ordering at least one pair when I get my bonus on the 31st. The twins wouldn't be caught dead in cowboy boots, but Honor is only tolerating the sneakers I put on her a week or so ago. She looks great in her red glasses, and I think she'd rock a pair of cowboy boots.
I'm not sure if Mercy will be a cowgirl at heart. I think she's going to be more tomboy than girly-girl, but until I get her here I won't know how I want to dress her. I've had Honor for several years now, and I think she's the closest thing to an outdoors girl that I own, except maybe for Chutzpah.
I googled cowboy hats and only found one so far. Cute hat, but not quite what I'm looking for.
Saturday, March 04, 2017
Since I'd made arrangements to have the Tardis worked on, I messaged Firstborn earlier in the week to ask if she had enough wiggle room in her day to come get us, go to the quilt shop, bring us back, and then head home with Fourthborn. (Because the Tardis needed some minor work in preparation for our sprint to Tennessee.)
Yesterday, or maybe the day before, she texted that she was flying out of the country on business sometime today. As more details became known, she decided that she would have time to pick up Fourthborn, their blocks, take Fourthborn home, and still get to the airport on time. I decided that I would go to the mechanic's, stay there until the work was finished, then come back and get Middlest, after which we would go to the quilt shop and get our blocks.
Today only minimally adhered to plan, and it was still a great day. The Ford people had sent the wrong (minor) part for the Tardis. It was manufactured a month after they stopped making the exact part that we need, and it's mostly identical, but there's one crucial bit that won't fit where it needs to go. The factory has overnighted a new part, hopefully the correct one, and the Tardis will get fixed after Middlest's checkup on Tuesday and after I delivery my kid to the college.
I'm so thankful that my mechanic is honest as well as capable. They put the old part back in, I picked up Middlest and our quilt blocks, and off to the quilt shop we went. We got our quilt blocks picked up, and I really like the fabric. I also bought two yards of a fabric with bees on it, and a yard of something that would make a great quilt backing for a doll-scale quilt.
Middlest had never eaten at Babe's, a local chain that specializes in ridiculous portions of meat and serves the sides family-style, so we had chicken fried steak for lunch. And leftovers for another meal. We ate enough to be comfortably full but not stuffed. We stopped at Daiso on the way home, then Target so Middlest could get a new Lego set.
I was suddenly sleepy as I sat in the car at Daiso (didn't want to be tempted beyond my capacity to resist doll-scale goodies), so I took a carefully timed nap this afternoon. We did our drive-by fooding of the missionaries. And then we saw "Lego Batman".
There is no way I could feel anything less than delighted by how this day turned out. (Oh, and my order from Mint on Card [doll shoes] should arrive on Monday.)
Friday, March 03, 2017
Y'all, this is huge! Longtime readers of the blog will recall that my right hip is where I park other people's issues when they're too painful to contemplate. This is probably a holdover from the days of my codependency with the children's father.
This does not mean that I have suddenly reacquired perfect range of motion, however; my friend C and I took SemperFi to lunch for his birthday today, and she drove her pickup, which is considerably larger and higher than mine. He asked if I wanted the front seat, and I said No, then realized that I couldn't lift my left foot high enough to step into the back seat. So I opened the front door, managed to get my foot barely inside, grabbed the handhold, and pushed off with my right foot. (I know there was a moment when SemperFi and were both wondering if he was going to have to apply hands to my rump and push, but we [just barely] avoided that.) After lunch, I had a slight advantage with the curb, but she'd parked a little farther out than convenient. So I reached across with my foot, grabbed the handhold, and got one cheek on the seat, then the other, then my other foot in.
Lunch was delicious, and worth every bit of inelegance. SemperFi and I both had the Carolina Crab Cake Salad with roasted red pepper remoulade and sliced avocado, and it was perfect. Just the right size, just the right flavor mix, and the best crab cake I've ever tasted in my life. I didn't need or want dessert, and I didn't get groggy mid-afternoon.
Work itself went very well. I finished the trial notebooks for Monday's trial. I caught up on yesterday's mail and worked today's mail and filed an answer for TheKid after A (my compatriot on his docket) got it started for me. I have a couple of holdover tasks that I will do on Monday when both attorneys are in trial. If TheKid's trial doesn't go, he will help SemperFi pick a jury. And C gets to go see our trial on Tuesday. I so wish I could go watch SemperFi in action. I got to attend a trial last year with two of our other attorneys, and it was a great experience, and somebody needs to stay in the office and keep the home fires burning.
So it's 9:00pm, and my knees and hip are getting a little crabby. My neck is more flexible than usual, and my upper back is pain free in spite of the intensity of trial prep.I think I will read a little and knit a little until it's time to take my meds, and then I'm pretty sure I will be out like a light until morning.
Thursday, March 02, 2017
Behold one grafted shoulder and one frogged sleeve (the yarn barf in the upper left corner) which is being knit from the shoulder down instead of the cuff upward, as originally begun. The back has some short rows to provide a soupçon of neck shaping, and I have a plan for binding off the live neck stitches. I grafted that shoulder at the bonus Knit Night and wove in a couple of ends while I was at it.
The Robaxin seems to be working. I had another great night's sleep, and I'm hoping for another one tonight.
The mechanic called me at work to say that he has the part to fix the rogue dome light and door-ajar alert. We're installing (by which I mean he is installing) a new switch in my door. The problem with the burnt out instrument panel lights may be more difficult to solve, as the bulb assembly is obsolete. We talked about taking the bulb that illuminates the tachometer and moving it over to add light to the speedometer, but that bulb is one of the ones which is burned out. I think there may be only one functional bulb in the assembly. The bulbs are soldered in place.
Whose bright idea was that?
The truck only has 114K miles. I would like to drive it until the mortgage is paid off in three and a half years (if all goes according to plan). Or at least until I have the Social Security coming in and have more wiggle room in my budget.
I do believe the Robaxin has kicked in. I'm going to knit two or three rounds on the sleeve and call it a night.
Wednesday, March 01, 2017
I ran a couple of errands on the way home. Middlest was kind enough to fire up the oven and bake pizzas for us, and I spent the first part of the evening looking at dolls on Mint on Card, not to buy but to get a feel for the aesthetics of the various doll companies they stock. I've reconfirmed that most of the sculpts are either boring or ook me out.
I fell in love with this one's face. She goes on the list after Mercy. I'm not crazy about her double jointed elbows and knees, but I can cover them up.
Impressions after one day on Robaxin: my back did not freak out, even when both of the scheduled depositions got cancelled at the last minute. SemperFi is in trial mode, and you could spread his tension level, even over the phone, like Nutella. I've just taken my second dose, and I'm hoping for another mellow(ish) day tomorrow.
I finished our quilt blocks tonight. They are gorgeous. The yellows and green tone beautifully with the colors in my living room and the halls.
The Robaxin kicked in while I was typing that paragraph. Later, gators. I suspect I'll fall asleep within a minute of my head hitting the pillow.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
I quipped, "Yeah, I feel no compulsion to alphabetize the spices, because I did that the last time I was on steroids. It's a lot easier to keep them alphabetized when they're lying on their side." And it is. The bottles are all square-rounds, and they stay put, unlike the constant shuffle among the items which are still in what used to be the spice cupboard before I moved the spices away from the stove.
In other news, I've had my well-woman, gotten a prescription for Robaxin (stronger than the muscle relaxer I've been using, half the price, and does not interact with my anxiety med), sold three bags of books at Half Price Books, for which I got the grand sum of $10.00, and a coupon for 10% off, so the boxed volume of the complete novels of Carson McCullers cost me about $2.50 including sales tax. I began reading while at my belated breakfast, after my blood work was done.
My teeth are clean and happy, and I have no cavities. Same for Fourthborn. I was able to re-book Middlest's appointment for next Monday afternoon. And I've booked our February 2018 appointments.
I've done no knitting, because I took the alternate project and left the doll sweater on my bed and didn't realize it until I had a little spare time and was Not In The Mood to work on the alternate project.
Middlest bought a pair of sneakers and a new pair of insoles, because her favorite flip flops are about to give up the ghost.
We celebrated our clean teeth and ravishing smiles at Cheesecake Factory, and I brought a slice home for Middlest, who is sawing logs in the middle bedroom. (When did Cheesecake Factory start listing the calorie counts on their menus? So inappropriate!)
After dropping Fourthborn off at her apartment, I took the three bags of clothing, etc., and dropped them off at my favorite thrift store in Arlington.
I'm in something of a food coma at the moment, but I'm determined not to repeat last night's mistake of lying down without setting the alarm and waking up three hours past the time to take my meds. I think I will go into the studio and at least cut out the pieces for the quilt blocks, in order to keep moving. If I'm really lucky, I will get them sewn before falling asleep, and if not, I'll be prepared to sew them up tomorrow night.
But I behaved myself. I know. You're shocked. I am both bumfuzzled and impressed by the preachers who are doing the best they can with the light and knowledge available to them in theological schools. They bring much comfort to many people, and the good ones (as this pastor obviously was) are willing to share their uncertainty about the details while bolstering the faith of the flock.
Brother Joseph and the prophets who have followed him have truly been a God-send. Latter-day Saints know the nature and character of Deity. We know our relationship to Him. We understand, as much as mortals can, the necessity for both the Atonement and the Resurrection. As Tevye would say, we know who (Whose) we are and what God expects from us. What a comfort.
It was a long haul to get to the memorial service, about an hour and a half spent mostly on the Tollway, then a short drive to a country club in a neighboring town for a reception. (Pretty sure that was my first and last time at a country club.) And then home via Central to the PGBT. I spent four hours in the Tardis yesterday, and I was this [ ] far from being knackered when I got home. Nothing sounded good for dinner, so I ate a little and lay down and was unable to sleep. Got up, snacked some more, noodled around on the internet with no focus and increasingly weary eyes, and was able to fall asleep a little after 7:00.
Woke up at 12:43, almost three hours late for my evening meds, and 43 minutes too late to eat anything because I'm having my quarterly blood work in about eight hours. Middlest is still migraine-y but without the usual sound sensitivity, so I (are you sitting down?) ran the vacuum in the living room.
Yeah. I should probably discuss that with my doctor this morning.