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Five 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, March 19, 2018

The bubopsy.

One of my favorite scenes from "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"

I had a semi-random thought in the past day or so that I ought to be hearing back about that ultrasound. This afternoon, I did. I am checking Facebook while in the loo. Phone rings.

"Hello, Ms. Ravelled? This is J, the nurse at Wonderful Doctor's. Is this a good time to talk?"

Me: "I'm in the loo. I'll try not to make any explody sounds."

J: [helpless snort] "We got the results on your ultrasound, and the radiologist and Wonderful Doctor both think we need to do a biopsy. Dr. N in our practice group does them, but I don't know how you feel about having a male doctor do the procedure."

Me: "I have absolutely no issues with that. One question: does he have small hands?"

J: "I've worked with him for fourteen years, and it's never occurred to me to look at his hands."

Me: "OK, fine, when can we do this?"

Upshot is that I'm set for the afternoon of April 3, conveniently on a day when I'd already be going to Arlington to pick up Fourthborn for Knit Night. Although I'm not sure I'll be fit for company afterward. I'm currently attempting to recognize, honor, and process the various emotions that are playing Chinese fire drill in my mind and body. I've been fidgety all day, even before I got this news. Tonight my feelings tasted like pizza with a few spoonsful of Denali Extreme Moose Tracks for dessert. And now I'm going to go knit.

Prayers and positive thoughts, if you please.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

We are artists, and we leave each other notes.

Frequently our sleep cycles are so dissimilar that we might be living in different time zones, rather than in the same house. Depending on which of us wakes first, Middlest occasionally sets out my vitamins for me. Some notes are more embellished than this one.

Or this one..

This has charming detail, courtesy of Middlest. Note the cat's sharp teeth, perfect for chewing up food scraps and microorganisms. Right now it's waiting on the side of the fridge while the dishwasher runs.

One of my own offerings, left for Middlest when I went to work Friday morning.

We have fun, chez Ravelled.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Yarn chicken and a lifeline

Sunday night I put a lifeline in, eight rounds up from the last band of lace, and decided to see how many more rows I could get in plain stockinette without running out of yarn. If I have calculated correctly, I will be able to knit the band as designed, bind it off, and stitch it down, with a couple of yards to spare. So I pulled my needle out, reinserted it in round 14, and frogged away. I have since knit the picot round and two of the eight rounds of stockinette for the hem. I will probably knit a round or two more before bedtime, but I had to get up and do something else for awhile.

I think we have finally come to the end of the paperwork avalanche re: my workers comp claim, my application for short term disability when I missed all that time at work, and Social Security. I read through the SS pamphlet over the weekend, and I was briefly alarmed about a couple of things, but I went to the website and got my questions answered fairly quickly. The first paperwork said I'd be getting my deposit on the third Wednesday of each month, but the most recent information says it will be the second Wednesday. Who am I to argue with that?

Last night, as we ate dinner, Middlest and I had a long and heartfelt discussion. It was very sweet and tender. I sure do love that kid!

Finish-itis has overcome much of my desire for reading over the past couple of weeks. However, I borrowed a book from my office manager this afternoon and am thoroughly enjoying it. In fact, it's calling my name as I type. Later, gators.

P.S. I find it delightfully ironic that a catalogue from World Vision should appear in my mailbox three days before I get my bonus.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

So, that's over with.

I had my "to boldly go where no man has gone" (in five-plus years) ultrasound this morning. The procedure was less uncomfortable than I remembered, perhaps because I had girded myself for it to be fairly awful, and it wasn't. Can't remember if it was the same tech as last time ~ it was the same facility ~ but she was very gentle while being very thorough. I asked her if she saw any space invaders in there, and she cracked up. "Nobody's ever asked me that one before!"

Came home, heated up hamburger patties for Middlest and me, knitted while mine settled, then slept for something like five hours. Weird dreams, and I'll spare you the details, but there was lots of singing, a little dancing, and me telling some guy I've never met "No, because then I'd have to tell my bishop."

Not, "That's morally wrong, and I won't do it." Just the implication that I had better things to do with my time than spend it repenting of that particular sin. My subconscious is a funny, funny place.

In knitting news, I am playing yarn chicken. I have one last band of lace to knit, then fourteen rows of stockinette, a row of eyelets that will form the upper picot edging, and eight more rows of stockinette. My ball of yarn has dwindled to just smaller than fist-sized.

Something tells me that the top edging will end up significantly more shallow than the bottom edging.

I'm trying to wind down for bedtime, remembering that overnight we spring forward, and notwithstanding that nap, I will be an hour short on sleep.

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Musings on Nutella + I got new bras

You don't get a visual with either, sorry. I wish it were possible, when I am approaching the bottom of a jar of Nutella and scraping the last bites out with an iced tea spoon, to wiggle my nose like Samantha on Bewitched and turn the container inside out, or transform it into a wide, shallow dish so that not one atom of choco-nutty goodness would be lost.

I ordered two new bras about ten days ago. They arrived yesterday. Things I like about this:
  1. I got to throw away my old bra, with the broken-but-not-quite-poking-out-through-its-casing underwire.
  2. These hook in the front, and I bought them in a larger band size and smaller cup size, hoping that I'd guessed right on both volume and support, and that I would no longer have to chase after bra straps which were heading for my elbows. I have small, sloping shoulders. Band size is one problem. Cup size is another. Spacing of the straps has been a nightmare for years.
  3. They're not ugly.
  4. I did not, in fact, have to wrangle my bra straps today. They pretty much stayed put once I was hooked in and fluffed.
  5. I have cleavage. Nobody gets to see it, but it's there.
  6. They don't bunch up the top of my temple garment like the old bra did.
Things I'm not crazy about:
  1. They're not molded and slightly padded like the old bra, so every time my shoulder harness slides around as I drive, my right boob hollers, "Hey, you don't know me that well!" I spent most of the drive home tonight with my right hand tucked inside the shoulder harness, holding it slightly out from my body about midway between boob and waistband.
  2. Minimal lift. I'm not sure how the catalogue models manage to look demurely perky, but on me the look is more like a souffle after you've taken out a serving or two.
  3. I thought I was buying a posture bra, where the back section rises several inches above the band, but apparently I did not.
If I were going to design a bra for myself, it would have lightly molded cups, underwires, a posture back, and be available in nearly-A, nearly-B, nearly-C, etc., cup sizes. Maybe that's a second career for me, once I retire: Bespoke Brassieres - Get those puppies off the floor.

In other news, last night I asked for recommendations for a house painter, and I had three leads by the time I went to bed. I don't know if the gallons upon gallons of green paint that Beloved bought on deep discount are still any good. That would be a tender mercy. I like the current color, so I could easily live with it until the house needed repainting again.

But for now I'm going to shut down this popsicle stand and go knit until bedtime.

Monday, March 05, 2018

Tree dudes came (before and after pics)

Front of the house, with stump, pecan, something behind it that I'm keeping for now, vastly overgrown crape myrtle, miscellaneous volunteer trees, and a Texas sage that is staying because it's so pretty when it blooms. Even though I'm probably allergic to it.

Here you can see the poor pecan tree. That branch extending to the right is going, as is the one reaching out to you in front, and probably the one extending to the left.You can see the "something behind it that I'm keeping for now" more clearly in this photo, as well as one of the small crape myrtles that will get topped off at about 5' high. The rolling tractor seat has been shoved up against the pecan tree to keep it from rolling down to the retaining wall. The Lawn Dudes never put it back in the right spot, so I'm going to have to figure something out that establishes its home.

Profile of the trimmed tree. The birds were cussing me out this morning.

This the second crape myrtle.

And after its haircut.

This is a dwarf Burford holly, and it's getting trimmed and shaped.

Like this.

Au revoir, Stumpy. It was great while it lasted.

The guys pitched my little planter. I made them put it back.

This is the front of the house now, with all of the trash trees gone.


This is that little crape myrtle bush that was hiding behind the pecan tree in the second picture

OK, I'm done. Night, y'all.

Sunday, March 04, 2018

Stake conference weekend

Wow, the adversary *really* didn't want me to share this. First my phone battery died, then the Facebook page fritzed and rebooted on my laptop.

I went to the Saturday evening session yesterday, which is usually the best session for me in terms of ability to concentrate. And even when it isn't, it sets my mood for the general meeting on Sunday. It was great to sustain President Nelson as our new prophet, seer, and revelator. The visiting general authority did not disappoint. (They never have, at least for me.)

But my big take-away was when our second counselor shared the inspiration he'd had to purchase a new Book of Mormon, refer to the threefold purpose listed on the title page, and start going through his new copy, highlighting each instance he found of each purpose in one of three colors.

My "new" Triple is almost 30 years old, and I'd been thinking it was about time to replace it. I was slightly amused to see that sometime in the past, I'd highlighted the keywords of those purposes on my current copy. I don't see that I ever tried to do my own scripture chase regarding these purposes.

This is a small and simple thing I can do to enrich and deepen my understanding and application. Color me (😜) excited!

My bonus hits in two weeks, and I've added "large-sized quadruple combination" to my spreadsheet and pasted the URL of the page to order it. I'm a little sad that the only color options are black and brown. I bought my current Triple Combination and Holy Bible in 1992, and they have burgundy covers. Back then, you could get your scriptures in burgundy, teal, or green as well as black and brown. I understand that reducing the color choices means that no out-of-fashion colors will be languishing at the Distribution Center. But I was kinda hoping to get a teal quad this time around. This will be a stay-at-home set of scriptures, for when I want to chill in bed and dive into the Word.

My phone dying for the second time today means that I can show you neither the before-and-after post of my front yard that is halfway written and illustrated, nor pictures of knitting progress from last night and today.

I hope your Sabbath was as blessed and peaceful as mine.

Friday, March 02, 2018

So much to say. No idea where to begin.

Yeah, I've missed you, too. OK, I'll start with the good news.

This was my first week working with the new attorney, and it went well. I'll have a new case to open for her on Monday, but right now my half of her docket equals six cases. When I left the office today, I had long since wrangled all my ToDo's, gotten her mail and SemperFi's mail out, and reduced the emails in my inbox to approximately twenty. I had also winnowed out my pending folder for SemperFi, worked all of her mail and part of his, and left with a desk that looked functional and organized.

I like my new chair. It's a little wider in the seat than the one which bucked me off, and I think I've got everything adjusted reasonably well.

I've been drowning in paperwork for the workers comp claim and the short term disability request. I mailed off a packet to the workers comp administrators today, and I also got confirmation that all the days of disability I had requested, have been approved, and my PTO bank has been restored to happy levels.

Middlest's doctor's appointment on Monday went well. The dosage level of both the migraine med and the ADD med have been tweaked upward, and my kid is in the throes of adjusting to that. The migraine med now provides about a five hour window wherein Middlest's ambient pain level drops from an 8 to a 3. (This is on the Middlest pain scale, wherein a 3 is probably somebody else's 8.)

I have spent most of my evenings this week in my room with the door slightly cracked open in case Middlest needs me, but mostly hiding and knitting. I need to wind two balls of the bright yellow laceweight yarn so I can resume banging out my Carbeth. I learned midway through the first ball that doubling the yarn on itself and doubling again did not guarantee that all four ends would finish at the same place. So for the next bit I will have two separate balls and pull strands from inside and outside on both, to make up the four strands I need to approximate the girth of two strands of DK held together. I love how the stitches look. I have about three inches of sweater body done.

Tuesday morning I had my quarterly blood work, and all of the numbers came back in acceptable ranges. This was the closest I've gotten to a proper score on my HDL, and my overall score was 149, so I have to concede that the Pravastatin is doing its job.

After that, I drove back to Dallas for my appointment with Social Security, and the cha-ching is a few dollars higher than the guesstimate they gave me when I made the appointment. I was able to set up withholding, so I won't have to remember to file quarterly estimates with Uncle Sam.

We (Middlest, Fourthborn, and I) had our every-four-months cleaning at Wonderful Dentist's, and none of us had any cavities, and we celebrated as usual at Cheesecake Factory.

Now for the less exciting news. When I was at the doctor's Tuesday morning, I let her know that the blood in the urine that made me think "kidney infection" in mid-December had returned, exactly eight weeks later. Apparently one of my ovaries has been playing Rip Van Winkle and decided to wake up, because I had a three day period last weekend. So next Saturday I am having another high-tech ultrasound, quelle joie. And maybe the cause will be non-scary and easy to fix. (That procedure I had four years ago was supposed to take care of things.)

In happier news, the tree dude is coming over tomorrow to go over the yard with me. I've taken a few "before" pictures and need to take more, because I think the "after" is going to be amazing, other than the fact that the need to repaint the exterior is going to be that much more obvious with the jungle cut down. Lawn Dude texted me today and asked me to let him know when he needs to start up again. I thanked him and told him I would.

It was a beautiful day today. Our paralegal and I took SemperFi to lunch for his birthday, which is Sunday. I had the best quesadilla I've eaten in years. We ate at the Owner's Box in the Omni Hotel (the one they built in that $4 parking lot I used to use when I was taking the train from Fort Worth but needed to drive in). The service is glacial, but the food is so good.

Tomorrow we pick up quilt blocks, and I have a small project in mind. If it works out, I'll blog about it. If it doesn't, you'll never know.

Thursday, February 15, 2018


Neither my laptop nor my phone were cooperating last night. The colors are ridiculously muted here. Maybe I should use something other than my paisley sheets as a backdrop. Skew the blues to teals and brighten the beige to gold, and you'll have a better idea of how snazzy this turned out.

In other good news, I was told the amount of my raise for 2018, and I am pleased. It becomes effective on February 24 and will show up in my checking account in mid-March, along with a bonus that is considerably better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

I've spent bits of the last several nights working on my spreadsheet and refining my budget. I set some financial goals on Monday night and began to plan out how to achieve them. I tweaked the spreadsheet a little night and no doubt will be doing more of that as the year progresses.

I go back to the doctor tomorrow afternoon for a recheck on last week's fall when my chair broke. I have felt immensely blessed all week, and I've been ferociously productive at work. Which means that tonight I am knackered but victorious, realizing that I could have done little without major help from above.

Theoretically I was going to sew on the RS project tonight, but instead I'm going to pour myself a glass of buttermilk and grab a handful of ginger cookies and make an early night of it.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Flying by the seat of my pants. More or less. And a finished object.

Crossing "rodeo cowgirl" off my bucket list. Friday my chair at work broke, tipping the seat perpendicular to the floor and bucking me off in the process. (Perfect three point landing!) All the pertinent parts were X-rayed to a fare-thee-well at an urgent care center after work. One tiny bruise, but otherwise nothing damaged but my dignity.

I was pretty stiff Friday but slept most of it off overnight. I had a six hour nap yesterday and woke refreshed and almost ache-free. However, I slept so long that I missed the window of opportunity at the pharmacy and had to get my prescription for industrial strength ibuprofen filled after sacrament meeting today.

Bonus of sorts: I learned that I have arthritis in my right hip and right hand at the thumb, which were both more tender than usual after my fall.

I didn't have too much difficulty standing up to lead the music in sacrament meeting today. Sitting down was slower and more painful. Plus, for the intermediate hymn and the closing hymn, I felt a little light-headed after standing. Not vertigo per se, just the slightest sense of disconnection.

I got a priesthood blessing after sacrament meeting from my good home teacher and another friend, and then I came home and grabbed what I thought was my prescription, but was not. So, in all, three roundtrips to the pharmacy to get that prescription filled, but it's done, and at no cost to me.

This is actually finished object #3 for the year, but I have a great pun for the second one, so it will get its own blog post.

I made this hat from the yarn leftover from the mitts that I made for Middlest last year. The ball band is long since history, and I don't feel like jumping over to Ravelry to see if I remembered to record it there.

The pattern is another Daniel Yuhas recipe, and it was a joy to knit. I've handed over the last dab of yarn to Middlest, along with the hat.

I have a good-sized ball of fat charcoal grey acrylic yarn that I used when knitting for the homeless in late 2016. I thought a hat from this same pattern would be a good idea to use up the yarn productively, but either the needles I chose were too small, or the yarn was insufficiently elastic for the multitude of K1fb increases. I knit until the crown was about 4" across, and it was a stiff and cranky bit of fabric, so I frogged it and put those needles away. There's the slightest possibility that I have a crochet hook of the proper size, but more than likely I will just hand it off to Fourthborn for her dolly rehab projects.

I'm feeling another nap coming on, so this is it for today.

Sunday, February 04, 2018


The colors are skewed here. in real life, that skirt is russet verging on cranberry, as are the darker stripes in the shirt and the border on the scarf. The tights and lighter stripes are sort of an electric pumpkin. Items on the left are from Gudrun's catalogue. Scarf on the right courtesy of my sister, several years ago when she purged her closet.

This is me in my Knit Swirl. Corporate was wanting pictures of our favorite sweaters, but I procrastinated having a coworker snap a picture until after the link was gone. Oh well. Cheesy grin at no extra charge.

Last week at work was intense. Not brutal, but intense.It was with great relief that I wore Beloved's BYU shirt and jeans and sneakers to work on Friday. I got a whale of a lot accomplished each day, but I came home not wanting to write or think. Read a little. Knitted rather more. I finished my cowl and will be sending the leftover yarn to my sister on the way to Knit Night after work on Tuesday. I took the remaining yarn from when I knitted those infernally cabled mitts for Middlest last year and cast on a ribbed watch cap for said child. I'm using a recipe from my Daniel Yuhas "from the center out" book. Finished the increases before bedtime last night and have a little over two inches worked on the straightaway.

When this one is done, will cast on another from the super bulky charcoal grey acrylic I bought year before last to knit for the homeless. And then I will begin a new round of baby socks from the bag of yarn I brought home from church today. One of my friends is moving to Tennessee. I am the beneficiary of her sock yarn stash. There's some really good stuff in there, yarns I've always sort of wanted to try but never got around to. Now's my chance.

This is all I've got for you tonight. But I've missed y'all. Work is less stressful. My health appears to have stabilized. I've gotten two good naps in this weekend. And right now I just want to knit until I can no longer keep my eyes open. Later, gators.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Another long week.

But a slightly better one. I worked overtime three nights of it, and I was pretty much caught up until the system went down yesterday afternoon. Thankfully, I had my knitting and made some progress there while waiting to see if the system came up before quitting time. (It didn't.)

I also had plenty of time to clean off my desk and dust my cubicle. We are having bigwigs in the office next week. No jeans until they're all safely gone. Everything shipshape. I'm assigned to the kitchen committee. Quelle joie! Which means that every so often I need to go in and make sure that the counters are spotless and that the break room looks as if nobody ever eats in there. I got to muck out the big fridge yesterday afternoon.

Today I did the Costco run and the Braum's run and washed six small-to-medium loads of laundry, sorted by color, urgency, and dryer heat. The last load is about to go into the dryer. Everything else is folded and put away, which is in itself a miracle on the order of the loaves and the fishes.

Strangely, I am not knackered.

There has been knitting. And reading. And I finished my tax return but cannot file it until we get an exemption certificate for Middlest so I don't get dinged for my kid having no insurance. No job = no income = no insurance =  frustration on both our parts, because last year I just filed with none of this nonsense and no repercussions.

It was a glorious day to be outside running errands. Temperate breeze while I tanked the Tardis. I love feeling my hair fly about (as long as I am not wearing lipstick, that is).

I tried on the cowl I'm knitting, and it fits exactly as I'd hoped. I'm not sure how much longer to make it. I'm inclined to knit until I run out of yarn, but if I knew that I had enough yarn for it, I'd stop now and knit coordinating mitts. As it is, I think I'll just keep going with the cowl and find a fatter yarn in the funky neutral and whip up another pair of Fetching.

The new Gudrun Sjödén catalogue arrived midweek, at the end of an exhausting day. I stayed up way too late drooling over it. Basically, I want one of everything, in one color or another, and a walk-in closet or maybe just a larger house. *snort*

The yarn is calling. Later, gators.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

A long week.

I made it to work all four days from Tuesday through Friday. Got my emails wrangled. Got my ToDo's pretty much whipped into shape. Got all of the outgoing mail sent. Reviewed the mail my coworkers wrangled while I was out and deleted those folders. Endured three separate meetings and watched switchboard during a meeting for the admin team.

Came home the first three nights tired but triumphant and grateful. Came home last night grateful for my anti-anxiety and muscle relaxer prescriptions. Not to mention 28 minutes of inadvertent overtime. I was ready to pinch SemperFi's head off. I was almost ready to email the office manager and ask her to assign me to someone else.

At home, Middlest was having an equally difficult day. When I messaged to saying that my day had gone south at the end and that I was taking myself out to dinner so as not to bring that toxicity home with me, my kid asked me to bring something home as well. And then my phone went berserk as I walked down to the Tardis and sent Middlest about a dozen crying/screaming stickers, which I didn't see until I was halfway home, and which didn't help my beloved child's mental state at all.

I decided that Panera take-out was a more sensible solution than the steak/baked sweet/Caesar salad (surrounded by people) that I'd initially envisioned. So I picked up my dinner and hit Bueno for Middlest's, put Middlest's on the kitchen counter, and took mine to my room.

I was almost immediately grateful that Middlest had asked me to do a small kindness, and it was almost immediately effective in beginning to turn my attitude around. I knitted a little after dinner, read my scriptures, and crashed somewhat earlier than I've been doing since going back to work.

Today has been a good day. Adequate rest last night, successful runs to Daiso (for disposable face masks) then Costco then home. Quick lunch after helping to put the food away. Lovely nap. Knitting in companionable silence while Middlest ate dinner. Loading the dishwasher and making my own dinner, eaten with my legs up in bed. After which I ran to Braum's for the usual plus a dozen eggs and a package of discounted white chocolate macadamia nut cookies that I have divvied up for lunches next week.

I've downloaded the first book in one of my favorite mystery series (Lord Peter Wimsey) to my Kindle for re-reading. It's time to take my evening meds, sort out my pills for next week, and go knit or read until I'm ready to sleep again.

I am so looking forward to attending church tomorrow. I haven't been well enough to attend in almost a month. I need to take the sacrament, and I want to see my friends and fellowship with them.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Kind of a weird but good day.

Lots and lots of sleeping. I could probably get an Olympic medal for sleeping. Not much else has happened. Less coughing than yesterday. A little coloring while listening to "Adventures in Music" tonight. Several more chapters in the novel I'm reading. Multiple trips to the shipping notice to see if my latest order is still hung up in Cologne (Koeln). It is.

I did a (very) little work on my taxes today. Changed my password, confirmed my personal information, and entered a handful of numbers. I set the timer in the kitchen so I would not lose track of time and sit here too long.

The Cranberries' lead singer is dead at 46. I loved her voice. Cause of death is not known at this time. She leaves three children. I hope she is at peace, and I pray that her family may be comforted.

Today is Beloved's fifth angelversary. Ordinarily, I try to spend this day in service to others, but that's difficult when I'm convalescing. I'm pretty much limited to prayers (not a small thing), positive thoughts, and scattering joy on Facebook.

One of the best things that happened was finding the name of an artist I'd never heard of (Rackstraw Downes) in an interview of an LDS artist on Segullah, googling him, and IMing Fourthborn's roommate the artist's name. As I'd hoped, my friend was delighted.

Another good thing was a picture my dear friend R shared on Facebook, painted by a Haitian artist, of Dr. King gently shushing the POTUS. I shared that as well, and I will probably get unfriended by a lot of people for it, but the man is anything but presidential. I was not a huge fan of the prior POTUS's politics, but I respected him as a human being. I wish I could say that for the sitting one.

Happy thoughts, need some happy thoughts. OK, here's one: I spent a few minutes this afternoon whirring ginger cookie crumbs in the food processor and adding them to the stash in the freezer. I think we are almost to the point where I can use them as the crust for a pumpkin cheesecake.

A very happy thought, indeed!

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Turning the other cheek

That's all I seem to be doing these days. Sit up in bed until my tush goes to sleep. Lie on one side until my hand goes to sleep. Sit out here in the dining room on a hard chair until my legs go to sleep.

Today is my sixth wedding anniversary. It's been a lovely, calm day, dampened only by the fact that I kept my germs at home instead of going to church. Two of my kids have posted photo memories on Facebook.

I've knitted, colored, listened to classical music, taken a long nap, and figured out things to eat that won't make me cough. There really has been minimal coughing today, and very little drainage. While I'm still not fully recovered from this flu, I feel infinitely better than I did a week ago today, when I dragged myself to the after-hours clinic and came home with an Rx for Tamiflu.

I just want to be well and stay that way for a good long while, if that's Heaven's plan for my growth. My parents have been popping up in my dreams with increasing frequency. They're typically reproving me when they do. And they weren't picky-picky people in mortality. Maybe the next time I'll have sufficient presence of mind to ask if this is a big hint from the Universe or if they're just there to remind me that I need to do more family history research.

Willing to do that, absolutely. (The latter, not the former.) I need to be able to sit with my legs and feet down long enough to make it happen.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

In which your intrepid heroine finishes a book!

After 65 years, I've finally read The Princess Bride. It's good, different in several respects from the movie, and I liked it.

I'm also on the third volume of Doescher's William Shakespeare's Star Wars series.

Yesterday I frogged the cowl I'd been working on for a week and cast on something else. Today I frogged that and am forging ahead with a different idea.

I'm at the crabby stage of convalescence. (I may have said this before.) Doc says I can think about going back to work on Tuesday. I've been coughing a little all day, not sure why. I just want to be well and whole and normal. Back at work, earning a living, visiting with my friends.

My appetite is erratic. And imperious. If I'm not hungry or eating, I'm napping or thinking about it.

Popcorn. Ooh, yes please. Later, gators!

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Three days later, and I'm still on the mend.

Which is a good thing. I sent a secure message to my doctor's office, inquiring as to when I'm no longer a danger to public health. I suspect to hear back sometime tomorrow. I have zero intention of going into work until next week, or my doctor OKs it, whichever comes first.

So what I have I done today? Read a nice chunk of The Princess Bride. (Don't faint, Fourthborn.) Cleared one small spot on the living room floor and moved its contents under the orange buffet thingie by the window in what used to be the breakfast nook. Cleared a smaller spot and finished filling in under the buffet and between it and the tall chest of drawers. Swept up some feral dust bunnies that had set up camp around both cleared spots. Finished loading the dishwasher and ran it.

That's about as domestic as I got. A friend from church was kind enough to include our short list in her Costco run and drop it off. A different friend will make a Braums run tomorrow for fresh milk, OJ, and the like.

I've done some coloring and completed the first lace band on the cowl that I'm knitting. A handful of items have gone into the paper bags by the front door that will be tossed into the recycling bin once they're full. A handful of other items are tossed against the door to the garage and will get washed tomorrow (or whenever).

It's supposed to freeze tonight. We have our taps dripping slowly. I have zero desire to walk out into the garage and start a load of darks. Ask me again tomorrow.

I needed to come out here and sit in a different position than I settle into when I'm resting in bed. My tush is no longer asleep, but my legs are both tingling in warning. Later, gators. Ms. Ravelled is feeling remarkably human again. Thank you for your prayers and positive thoughts.

Monday, January 08, 2018

What am I supposed to be learning from this?

I've been puny for a little over two months now. And I'm sick (ha ha) and tired of it. I did not go to church yesterday, because the cough that sprang up Friday night got worse over Saturday, and while I didn't think I was contagious, I also didn't think it was fair to my friends to go and be wrong.

It is a measure of how lousy I felt that Saturday night I set the alarm for 9:00, reasoning that it would give plenty of notice to the bishop and two friends who could sub as chorister, entirely forgetting that this is a new year, and we are now meeting at 9:00. Thankfully, one of those friends stepped in.

I was at the after-hours clinic a little after they opened at 1:00, and I was not the first person there. I tried hard not to cough on anyone. I had a pocketful of Ricola, which I consumed well before I got called back to an examining room. I was sitting in a chair that backed up to a window, and I was not wearing a jacket. After I'd been there a couple of hours, I started shivering. As soon as the bench emptied which backed up to an inside wall, I claimed it.

When the nurse took me back for triage, she swabbed my nose for flu and took my temperature, which was 100.2. (In normal people terms, that would be 101+. And my BP, which is normally around 106/65-70, was 143/79.) She sent me back to the waiting room until an examining room became open.

The doctor was great. His name was Short, and he was not. I pointed out to him that that was false advertising. He gave me something more than a pity laugh and confirmed that I have the flu, and since I am diabetic we would be attacking it with Tamiflu.

Thus far, I am impressed. I've taken three doses. My temperature is only about half a degree above normal, my coughs are productive, less frequent, and no longer bone-shattering. It will probably be a day or two before my abdominal muscles forgive me. I could barely roll out of bed this morning. I'm sleeping a lot. And I'm finally developing an appetite.

I was ravenous when I got home from the pharmacy last night, and my body kept NOPE-ing. Buttermilk? Three sips and put the cup in the fridge. Leftover chipotle mashed potatoes? Three bites and what the hell do you think you're doing? One pretzel and you spit that out right now, missy, and go straight to bed! So I did.

Somewhere around the end of the day I was sufficiently awake to search Ravelry for a one-skein cowl, cast it on, and work most of three rounds. As of this writing, the picot hem at the bottom is finished, and I'm ready to gallop onward. Since the yarn I'm using is DK, and the pattern is written for fingering, I'm eliminating rows methodically in hopes of having enough. I like what I'm seeing thus far.

I wore one of the new stripedy shirts to the clinic yesterday. It fits perfectly. The skirt and tights that I ordered last week are scheduled to be here on Friday. Now I just need to be well enough to wear them out in public.

Sunday, January 07, 2018

First FO of 2018!

First finished object of the new year. Knitted "necklace" from Daniel Yuhas's Knitting from the Center Out ~ a find at Half Price Books several weeks ago. His design features two yarns and round after round of twisted knit stitches. I opted for Cascade Yarns Heritage Silk Painted (the first yarn I've liked from that company) and no twisted stitches.

I've now cast on Willow Cowl by Amelia Lyon. I'm knitting it in the same Araucania yarn that I gave to my sister for Christmas. The shop owner wound the ball for me and forgot to pop the ball band into the core of the ball, so I've emailed my sister to ask her for specs. I'm three rows in on the picot hem at the bottom, knitting it very carefully on DP's. This will be a stay-at-home project unless and until I move it onto a circular needle. I've only dropped one stitch thus far.