- 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!
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.