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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!

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

My computer is home!

They fired it up for me, and it was so great to see the picture of Beloved and me taken outside the temple after his eldest son's sealing (my wallpaper).

I've pretty much noodled away the evening, messing about on my phone. I was listening to a chapter in 3 Nephi when I got distracted trying to figure out how many people have been translated without tasting death. Moses. Elijah. Elisha. Alma. John the Beloved. The three Nephites. I wonder if there are others from the Old Testament, or if the priesthood keys which they held were transmitted to Peter, James and John after the death of Christ. I wonder if Moroni was translated or if the Lamanites finally caught up with him and murdered him. I wonder if there are other translated beings from among the lost ten tribes after Christ ministered to them. (I wonder if their wives were also translated. Those would be some pretty amazing senior missions!)

I used to think that we would need little red wagons to convey our scriptures church after we get the records of the lost ten tribes. But I think that smartphones will probably take care of that problem.

Going to bed now.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

I'm a little crabby (PTSD remix)

Last week was weird and intense and expensive and mostly fun. I saw the podiatrist on Monday afternoon. I've been semiconsistent with my exercises, and not at all compliant about wearing shoes at home. But basically my foot feels much better.

On Tuesday, Middlest rode in with me, as we had eye appointments that afternoon. I left my phone in Diana and went down to get it. As I was putting the key back in my bag, I realized that my wallet was still on my bed at home. So we left at 2:30, got tangled up in traffic, fetched my wallet, got tangled up in more traffic, and called saying we were almost there but might be a few minutes late.

As it turned out, only one minute late when we pulled into the parking lot. Middlest's Rx is unchanged. My left eye is slightly less nearsighted. My right eye is significantly less nearsighted. I've been fitted for new specs but am postponing the purchase until October's SS check.

None of us (including Fourthborn) were up for Knit Night, so we went to our favorite sit down TexMex restaurant for dinner. Took Fourthborn home, drove back here, and basically collapsed.

Wednesday and Thursday were unremarkable except for the amount of money I spent. Friday we went to our friends' home for dinner. It was sprinkling here. It was raining moderately there. When we left, the sky had opened up. We were parked right by the stairs, and I was soaked to the skin before I got in the car. There were parts of the drive where we were going 35mph on a 70mph toll road, flashers going, and we were by far not the only ones.  Uncomfortable reminder of the rainstorm we endured along the Great Lakes two years ago. Scary!!!

Yesterday I'd hoped to stay in my jammies all day, but my Rx was ready, so out I went. Intermittent sprinkles and downpours. As I rounded one turn in the inside lane, a car in the middle lane sloshed by, and a lot of water hit my windshield suddenly. I couldn't see where the concrete median was. I couldn't see the light pole I'd been approaching. I braked hard and hoped for the best. Getting rear ended twice in a month was not my idea of a real good time. Thankfully, nothing happened, but I've been jittery ever since.

Ate a sensible breakfast before church and still fought sleep while sitting up on the stand. So I came home after sacrament meeting, had a snack, and slept for four hours.

The beading class I was looking forward to tomorrow afternoon has cancelled, because I'm the only one who signed up for it. The woman who was going to teach it will be working in the shop. I'm taking the time off as scheduled, picking out supplies that will complement my wardrobe, and picking the teacher's brain re: technique.

And now I'm going to try sleeping again.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Refi successful.

Got the confirmation today. They're overnighting the payout to Exorbitant Bank. Called my insurance agent and had them take the Tardis off as of last Thursday and update the loss payee to my credit union. Goodbye, multi-car discount. You were nice while you lasted.

In other news, my old roommate posted a picture of my 1998 chapbook to FB. She was cleaning things out, found it, and reread it. I'm glad she felt it had held up to time. I laughingly say that I've written the world's largest collection of pissed-off wife poetry. As well as (I think 300?) Mormon limericks.

I actually made it to Knit Night tonight. I've turned the heel on the baby sock and am ready to pick up stitches for the gussets. Before that, I hit the fabric store for a fresh supply of betweens and a handful of other items, including a needle threader with an LED light. How cool is that? I also bought small stacking boxes to organize my needles, pins, and various small tools. I'm tired of having to look in three or four unlabeled containers for what I need.

I suspect I'll be spending a good part of the weekend mucking out my studio, which looks like an explosion in a sweatshop.

On that happy note, I'll go to bed.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Because today I have no sense.

Which is not the same as nonsense. Or nunsense. Actually, it was another good day. Found a new home for my lawnmower. Tossed the weed whacker in, just to be rid of it. There is now about a playpen's worth of freed up floor space out in the garage.

Only the tiniest amount of knit happened. Four or five rows on the heel flap.

And you'd think I'd know by now not to shop for groceries when I'm hungry, but I was craving fresh fruit. I even bought a "personal" watermelon, roughly halfway in size between a large cantaloupe and a small bowling ball. Madness, I tell you. I went in for water and sodas. I came out with clam chowder and lobster bisque. And horseradish.

Guac it to me, baby!

Sunday, September 09, 2018

So, that was gross.

Woke up this morning with three digestive
distinct areas of discomfort. I've been spotting since Friday. Add to that, abdominal distress, most likely due to the verde sauce on yesterday's enchiladas. And my right ear, which has been intermittently plugged when I first arise for the past four to six weeks. It normally clears after I've been up for awhile and drunk my juice. It hasn't cleared all weekend.

So I went to church as usual, and my friend B said, "You're going home after sacrament meeting." It wasn't a question. Or an order. Just a clear observation from someone who knows and loves me.

I got a blessing after sacrament meeting, and then I came home and puttered online until the after hours clinic opened.

My right ear was plugged. She couldn't see my eardrum to know if it was infected. So the nurse dropped something liquid and magical into my ear, and I lay on my side for several minutes. Then she irrigated my ear, which turned into almost baptism by immersion. I looked like I'd been in a water fight! But the doctor got a good look in my ear, and I'm on amoxicillin for the next ten days.

I also got quite a bit of knitting done in the waiting room, exam room pre-water-fight, and at the pharmacy. I'm ready to work the heel flap, but the only knitting that's happening between now and bedtime is arranging the stitches on longer needles. I've managed to get through the day without a nap, and every cell is screaming for sleep. Well, except the eardrum. It's just mumbling gratefully.

Saturday, September 08, 2018

I kinda killed the laptop.

I can go online, but I've fried most of the letters on the bottom row. That happened earlier this week. As did getting rear ended on the way to work on Tuesday. I'm fine. Diana is in the shop, and I'm driving a sleek black Altima that I've named Black Widow.

Last weekend Middlest and I saw "The Bookshop" and loved it. It's not a happily ever after movie, but we both found the ending quite satisfying.

Today Secondborn and BittyBit (who is now nearly as tall as I am) saw it. They were less impressed. Maybe living with my bipolar child has skewed my sense of humor?

Have I mentioned that Littlebit and 5BDH are expecting? I'm picking up the tempo on baby socks. Plus there are two new families in the ward who are due about the same time.

I've been going a little nuts buying books for my shelves or my Kindle. I pre-ordered Bob Woodward's book on the current presidency. It should pop up midweek. Meanwhile, I am plowing through a history of the CIA. I blame Malcolm Gladwell.

Tola, you'll be pleased to know that I am finally in a position to support the local public radio station. Their fund drive ended last night, and I called them on the way home from work (buckets of rain; stuck in traffic) and gave them my widow's mite.

In other news, I'm rehabbing my left foot for plantar fasciitis. Got a shot (owie!) and am trying to remember to do my exercises.

1BDH sold the Tardis for me, so I've been having a little fun with the proceeds. Four new skeins of Manos del Uruguay for future projects. It's so much fun to reach over to the fallow side of the bed and pet the yarn.

Time for me to take evening meds, read my BOM, and call it a day.

Sunday, August 12, 2018


Just needs to be blocked.

Not much to report, chez Ravelled. I'm back at work on the shawlette that I began at my sister's. I've frogged the Frankensock and begun again with a single ball of yarn. I've saved all manner of cute baby sweaters to Pinterest. Why?

LittleBit and LBDH are expecting!!!

Monday, August 06, 2018

By George, I think we've got it!

This is incarnation 4.5 for the yarn. It is finally, *finally* making visual sense to me.

My three days back at work were productive and increasingly intense. By the time I left on Friday, I was pretty tightly wound. This, notwithstanding how beautifully everyone took care of my attorneys while I was on vacation, or how little catching-up I've had to do.

Yesterday helped a lot. I joined friends to clean the chapel. We picked up our quilt blocks. Then we picked up Mel, and Fourthborn, Middlest and I drove to our friend Lisa's for a belated birthday party for Middlest. I took Mel home, dropped Middlest at the house, took Fourthborn home, and spent the drive home and the rest of the day in my room. Knitted a little, read a little, listened to a podcast, and got to bed at a more or less reasonable hour.

It was a good Sabbath. I had a long nap, and we've now ticked over into Monday morning. Going back to bed.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

On vacation, part two.

So: Sunday. My dear blog friend, Tola, and her husband picked me up for church. GPS got them thoroughly lost, but my brother in law beamed them in (they weren't far). It was lovely to attend their ward, meet their friends, and sing with them. Tola's voice and mine play nicely together. We even broke on the same note!

After church they took me to see their home, which is charming and nearly 100 years old. I got to meet the cats, one of whom claimed me as his. And I learned how to pronounce two of their names, which are Gaelic and were previously indecipherable to the German one-fourth of my DNA.

Tola got me home well in time for family dinner with my niece and nephew. Grilled salmon, potato salad, and corn on the cob. I flaked out around 8pm and slept for nearly twelve hours.

Yesterday I mostly sat on the couch and read or knitted while rehydrating. I'm using a short glass for my water, which gets me up and moving pretty frequently for refills. I did take a short nap in the afternoon. I didn't want to. I just wanted to be in proximity to my beloved sister, knitting companionably.

The shawlette I've designed continues to please me. I will probably finish it today or tomorrow. And then ~ oh dear ~ we shall have to take a field trip to that fabulous yarn store we visited three years ago.

On vacation, part one.

The adventures began on Friday afternoon, when I got to the airport with oodles of time to spare. Drove around and around the long term parking and was about to exit for the short term when I spotted a couple coming out into the garage proper.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I am," she said (he was splitting off in another direction), "and I'm right over there on the end."

She backed out. I headed in. Made it through security and upstairs toward the gates. Dashed into the loo, got turned around, and accidentally exited the secured part of the airport. Went through security again. Got a snack at a kiosk. Cooled my heels until boarding time.

Discovered that business preferred on Southwest is not all that different from flying coach, except that I got to board earlier. Made my way to the back, for its proximity to the loo.

First leg was to Sacramento. Massive turbulence just east of Sacto, presumably because of the fires. At one point my seat dropped beneath me and my (closed) snack flew down by my neighbor's feet. I thought I was on the Runaway Mine Train at Six Flags over Texas!

Wasn't scary, just startling. Flight from Sacto to Portland was uneventful. Found the car rental booth, which was outside of the terminal and insufficiently air conditioned. Stood behind a lovely family from the UK as they arranged for 15 days with their car.

When it was my turn, I was tired, hungry, sweaty, and decision-fatigued. I opted for the additional insurance, because I couldn't remember if my auto policy covered me in a rental (it does; I called my agent the next morning), which put me significantly overlimit on my credit card.

Shuttle bus driver was utterly delightful. I was his only passenger, and we had a great conversation about classical music.

Once in the car, I started googling motels. That's when I discovered that an modest but decent room that would cost me $60-85 elsewhere was going to cost $165-225, assuming one was available. I almost cried. Finally I remembered that my cousin lived just across the river, so I chucked my pride and called.

Their guest room was occupied, but they had a blow up bed, and I was more than welcome. Cousin Norm brought out the wok and heated up their leftover Chinese food, which I inhaled gratefully. Then I watched an episode and a half of "Shetland" and tried to wind down enough to sleep.

The bed was very comfortable. Getting out of it was not! After a lovely breakfast and a few more hugs, I drove down to meet Wanda, who has been a blog friend since 2006. I am bringing home a wee rosewood drop spindle for Blessing. Wanda fed me lunch. It's always great when you meet someone you've known from online, and they're even better in person!

From there I drove back up to Portland to meet my cousin Jeff (from my German line) at IKEA. He is a hoot and very much a kindred spirit. He and his wife used to sing professionally. I would love to get them together with my kids and sing sing sing.

He went with me to the rental drop off and was prepared to help me do battle if they gave me any guff about turning the car in early, which they did not. He then took me to the Amtrak station, and my sister and brother in law picked me up in Tacoma.

That was Friday and Saturday. Next time I'll tell you about Sunday and today.

Knit has happened. I may have a finished object for you in the next day or so. I'm also reading Malcolm Gladwell. I'm feeling almost caught up on sleep and hydration.

Monday, July 16, 2018

I didn't. But I nearly did.

I spent a good chunk of Saturday covering small stains and splotches on my vintage cotton skirt with beads and Ultrasuede appliques. Technically I have everything properly camouflaged, but it doesn't quite look or feel done.

I am also nearly done with the cowl. As soon as the current load of laundry goes into the dryer, I'm heading to my room to maybe finish it off. There's less than a fistful of yarn left. (I am suddenly hearing the soundtrack of a spaghetti western. Effigy at no extra charge.)

Work went reasonably well today. I wrangled 1.5 attorneys for the first half of the day and 3.0 attorneys in the afternoon. Everything important got done. The rest will be there when I go back to work in the morning. I'm strangely OK with that. Or maybe just OKly strange.

Hoping for a good night's sleep tonight, because I have lots to accomplish tomorrow, and I want to go to Knit Night afterward.

Later, gators.

Friday, July 13, 2018

I might have a finished object for you tomorrow.

The cowl is galloping along. I will be a little sad when it's done, because that yarn is soft and squishy without losing an iota of structural integrity.

I daydreamed on the drive home about taking a 20 year old skirt that still has plenty of life in it, but needs a bit of refurbishing, and the 25 year old filet crochet lace edging that I made for Firstborn (which she politely declined as being lovely but not really her taste) and seeing if they wanted to play together. After dinner I went to where the lace has been living for the past six years, and it's not there. I think I put it in a "safe place" when I grabbed the copper mug it had been coiled up into so that I could use it (the mug) for something else.

Middlest says the fastest way to find the missing lace is to purposefully launch a mission to find something else. Which won't be hard, because our house is a repository of projects-in-gestation, and if I just pick up enough things that are Not It, the lace will jump out and holler "BOO!" And when it does, I am going to tea-dye it. Maybe. Probably. I bought a box of the darkest, most sinister black tea when I picked up our bottled water on the way home tonight, and I've stowed it in a kitchen cupboard, but I think I will move it to my studio before bedtime after slapping a hot pink sticky note on it that says "for crafting, not for consumption, so no, I haven't gone apostate on you." [In case you're just tuning in, devout Latter-day Saints don't drink tea, unless it's herbal tea. It's part of our health code known as the Word of Wisdom.]

I think it's going to be a lovely, quiet weekend. Tomorrow is Middlest's 35th birthday and it would have been my 45th anniversary with FirstHubby. I'm incredibly tired from a week of slaving over a hot keyboard, and I need to make things in order to restore some degree of balance.

Later, gators. The yarn is calling.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

I loathe trial notebooks.

The past few days have been spent working (or trying to work) on a set of them for one of SemperFi's cases. I worked two hours of overtime last night and came in early this morning to finish the job, because we were #2 in that court. If I'd blown off the trial notebooks, the first case would have settled out of court (because that's how the legal system seems to work) and SemperFi would be sitting on the front line with no ammo.

Thankfully, the #1 case went to trial, and we are prepared to go later this week or should we be reset 90-120 days out. And I do not have to spend the rest of this week working on a new batch for a case that was set for next Monday, because the agreed motion for continuance was granted. Which gives me six working days to whip the notebooks into shape for the case that was set in March, that is definitely going to trial while I am on vacation. I've been working on those notebooks in spare moments since March. The notebooks I just finished consumed over four reams of paper. This other case is at least half again as big. Oye to the veh.

In knitting news, I'm now two-thirds done on the cowl in my German yarn. Pictures maybe tomorrow.

And I'm hammering out more details for my upcoming vacation.

Had my periodic one-by-one with the office manager and feel very good about it. There are a few things I need to work on, but she has the gift of truly constructive criticism.

Drove home in a torrential downpour, and the other drivers were being uncharacteristically polite and mindful of one another. It was lovely to observe.

On that happy note, I'll say goodnight. I left work at 3:30 today because I'd gotten there so early, and I've already had a two hour nap since coming home. I'm ready to sleep again, and I hope that my dreams are as interesting and peaceful as the earlier ones. There was a lot of Alabama Chanin style creativity going on in those...

Saturday, July 07, 2018

My feelings looked like that on Monday morning.

Three very fresh chocolate chunk cookies from the deli in our building, and a pint of milk.

Why, you ask? This may take awhile. SemperFi was (and still is) in trial prep mode. He discovered on Monday, when he was working remotely, that an expert's videotaped deposition had not been uploaded to our electronic file. He needed that depo so it could be edited for use as evidence. He asked me to call the number on the bottom of the invoice and find out if we'd actually received the DVD. Shortly after we hung up, I heard our paralegal discussing the same depo with him. I walked around to her cubicle after she hung up and asked if he'd asked her to work on that video. We decided that he'd asked both of us to do the very same thing, and I got irritated and blew off his request, thinking that she was handling it.

He called me a little later to find out what I'd learned. I told him that C. and I had discussed it, and that she was working on it, and I was working on something else. He got testy and informed me that C. was working on something else related to the DVD, and he repeated his instructions. I told him, "I'm trying to work on your damn trial notebooks." I could hear quiet gasps from all three neighboring cubicles, because that's not my modus operandi at work.

I got off the phone, told C. I was going downstairs to get some cookies and milk, and then I would make the phone call. Called the company. He was pretty sure that it had been sent, and he would check with both of his staffers and get back to me. Meanwhile, I looked to see who had uploaded the invoice to our file, and I emailed her to ask if we'd gotten the DVD. When she got out of her meeting with the office manager, she wrote back to say that it was in our IT person's cubby, waiting to be uploaded, because there are only two people on our staff who are authorized to do so, the IT was out on vacation, and her backup was out for other reasons.

I emailed SemperFi, told him that we did in fact have the DVD and why it wasn't uploaded to the file, and that I would put it on his desk. Then I called the videographer and let him know the DVD had been found.

It took me all day to (mostly) calm down from my outburst. The older I get, the longer it takes to recover emotionally and physically. I was still deeply weary when I got home, and Middlest could feel my crabby, jangly energy as soon as I walked in the door. I ate some leftovers, washed a load of delicates and hung them to dry in the garage, and spent the rest of the evening in my room, listening to podcasts and knitting.

On Tuesday, SemperFi needed me to try to fix a minor technical issue with Word on his laptop. I wasn't able to, but one of the paralegals was. I apologized for swearing at him. He said, "I don't remember you swearing at me." "When I told you I was trying to work on your damn notebooks." (Said with calm, rueful tone.) "Oh, that." He laughed.

He left at midday for an afternoon appointment, and I got some work done. After he left, the managing attorney came by my desk and asked, very quietly, if SemperFi was OK. I murmured to her that he was in trial mode, and that I'd sworn at him the day before. Told her what I'd said. She blinked, then laughed out loud and high-fived me.

I still haven't finished the damn notebooks, but I'm mostly done, and there's a huge trial set ahead of us, so even if that one settles over the weekend, I still have Monday to finish. And then I get to do another set for a different trial, and finish the ones I've been working on, off and on, since an earlier setting in March, in a third case.

I foresee a lot of cookie abuse before I go on vacation later this month.

Sunday, July 01, 2018


You may recall that I've stated that the great outdoors either wants to eat me or make me sneeze. Last night was no exception. I went out at dusk to take the second photograph of the new sign. I wanted to get it over with, so I put on shoes but no socks. Then I came back inside and put my jeans on my bed. Resulting in this.

And this.

I've developed a bad habit of throwing clean laundry onto a corner of my bed. And throwing once-worn but still wearable clothing near that. It took me over an hour, with frequent breaks, to get everything off my bed so I could change the sheets.

Middlest very kindly painted my bites with nail polish to smother the little bozos. It helped somewhat. I posted this on Facebook:

The wonderful thing about chiggers?
A chigger's no wonderful thing.
I'm itching and scratching and itching
Momentarily, life's lost its zing.

Which inspired a number of comments regarding how to get some relief. Nail polish (check). Bath with bleach in it, for 10 minutes. (Middlest said no bleaching the lady bits. I concurred. My lady bits have had quite enough trauma over the last six months without my adding chemical burn to the list.) Chiggerex Benzocaine Ointment (it's the Sabbath). Skin So Soft (ditto, though I know a great Avon lady). Looks like I will be making a run to Wally World on my way to work tomorrow. And washing or re-washing approximately eight loads of laundry over the next several days.

In the meantime, I am cooking up some Trader Joe mini ravioli, because my stomach wants ice cream and I didn't buy any yesterday, so pasta with red sauce will have to do.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Fencing match.

Sign, approximately crocheted onto the fence.

I posted the following on my ward's RS Facebook page: I have a somewhat whimsical ministering request. Could someone with half a dozen spare zip ties come down my alley and fasten somewhat more permanently the numbered sign which the city insists that I post on my back fence, and which I have temporarily crocheted to it? I'll bake you brownies. I'll also bring Blue Bell if you hang it so it's perfectly straight. Because I'm ever so slightly OCD. Please and thank you.

My friend Sandy to the rescue.

This is all the stuff that my lawn dudes removed from the back fence yesterday. It will go bye-bye on Tuesday. It's only about two feet high at the highest, but I didn't want to include any of my neighbors' license plates, so basically it looks like a large pile of Ent droppings.

First finished project. They are now enjoying a leisurely bath in the sink.

Second finished project.

What's next? Tune in tomorrow! I have an idea, but it remains to be seen if the yarn wants to play along.

Friday, June 29, 2018

A remarkably good workweek.

Given that I was out of the office for a day and a half. Two answers filed today, one case closed, and a good start made on the next trial notebook. A blessedly brief tactical meeting for a committee that I'm on.

Before bedtime last night, I finished the heel flap. Since then I've picked up stitches and am working the gusset decreases. There's an excellent chance that I can finish the second sock before bedtime. These socks will be fraternal twins. They are meant for TheKid and his girlfriend, who are having their second child, a boy. I don't think I've ever finished a pair of baby socks in eight days. The baby is arriving next Tuesday, and we didn't even know that they were expecting until two weeks ago.

Fortunately, baby socks are a small, portable project, unlike (say) beading the hem of a me-sized sweater.

In fashion news, I saw something interesting/strange on Pinterest in the past couple of days. Some bright soul has designed short half-slips with deep lace hems (maybe 8-12" from waist to hem), to go under tunics or shirts to visually lengthen them. I have some half-slips that I don't wear, that I could re-purpose to that end (har har), plenty of elastic for new waistbands, and at least one piece of suitable lace. Sewing might happen this weekend, or I might just sketch out some designs.

But for now, I need to get out of this chair and put my feet up and start knitting. There are podcasts stacking up like cordwood on my app. (I need to figure out how to delete them once I've listened.)

Later, gators.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Semi-social butterfly

Took a late lunch, because I had a one-month checkup with my surgeon, primarily to see if the progesterone was working and if I'd noticed any side effects. I told him about the interaction with my muscle relaxer, and that I haven't missed the latter since I stopped taking it, and there have been no further side effects. He okayed me to fill the Rx for the higher, maintenance dose that I will take the rest of my mortal life unless I decide to have them evict my uterus.

LittleBit hadn't been at her job when I stopped by before my appointment, so I texted her a hello and did my adulting. She had the day off, and we met afterward for pizza and conversation. I was a responsible diabetic and ordered a kid-size pizza. It filled me sufficiently, and now that I'm home I'm finishing the fresh fruit cup that I took to work and didn't have room for. The fruit is a little on the shabby chic side by now, but it hasn't fermented, and it tastes delicious.

A little more progress on the second baby sock. In a few minutes I'm heading for my room to finish the cuff and see how many more beads I can add to the hem of the sweater before my body says we're done and I should go to bed now.

Oh, and I bought a dozen rolls of deeply discounted washi tape to see if I like the washi tape manicure I saw on Pinterest, or if it will be my very own spectacular Pinterest fail. Either way, it's not happening tonight, because it's only 100F out there, and I am tired, and learning a new life skill is just not on the agenda this evening.

Be good, and remember Whose you are.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

We played at the dentist's today.

No X-rays, just cleanings x3, so my pocketbook is getting off easy this time. We really, really like the new hygienist. The one we had really, really tried to like decided to retire, and the new one is about this [ ] far from being able to walk on water as far as the three of us are concerned.

Knit happened. I'm a little over halfway done with the cuff of the second baby sock, but as soon as I log off here, I'm heading to my bed to add more beads to the hem of the sweater. I had almost reached the midpoint of the back when I had to stop so we could be on time for the oil change that Firstborn booked last Friday.

About that. When we got to the dealership, a gentleman took the key and directed us to the waiting area. Five minutes later, he returned to say that they were really backed up, and the oil change that we had an appointment for would not happen for two and a half to three hours. I said, "Even though we booked an appointment?" He was genuinely apologetic. I explained that this would not work for us, because we had dental appointments beginning at 2:00 and lasting the rest of the afternoon. He had the car brought around. Middlest and I picked up Fourthborn for the grocery shopping that we had planned to do after the dentist and the traditional trashing of our teeth via cheesecake. Middlest and Fourthborn tackled Fourthborn's shopping list.

I walked next door to Hobby Lobby and fell in love with a white shadowbox, about five inches deep, maybe two feet wide and a foot tall. I'm not sure if it is going up on what I call the Jesus Wall, right inside the front door and bearing scriptures and portraits of the Savior, or on the dining room wall above the piano. The shadowbox was 50% off, and I got to the car very shortly after the kids got there with the shopping cart.

We got Fourthborn's food to her apartment and ourselves to our dentist with several minutes to spare.

Later, gators. The yarn is calling.

Monday, June 25, 2018

The dead people are relentless.

My tree now has over 4,000 people. I think I've added about 200 of them in the last ten days.

Great time at dinner with my friend L. and her sister, also an L. At La Madeleine. That's a lot of L's.

Got a bit of knitting done at stoplights on the way to work, and at lunch, and while waiting for my friends to show up at the restaurant. I don't think I can manage a podcast tonight. (I am burping tomato basil soup, and we have a long day tomorrow, so it's time for some buttermilk and my meds and a chapter in my scriptures.

Night, y'all!

Sunday, June 24, 2018

And another sock bites the dust!

All that remains for this one, is to weave in the ends. Its fraternal twin is cast on and waiting for tomorrow.

To my delight, I learned this morning that Linda, who has been a friend for nearly 20 years, and whom we visited in Iowa on the way home from Tennessee year before last, is in the area this week. We're having dinner tomorrow night, and I might get to meet her sister.

I'm really enjoying the podcasts. I'm mixing them with General Conference addresses, my Book of Mormon, and various Pandora stations. Tonight I learned about a young progressive Democrat who is battling the party machine as well as the Republican candidate for a Congressional district in upstate New York. It was fascinating. While I don't share much of his beliefs, I agree that both major political parties are broken. I wish him well.

No progress on beading the hem of the cardigan today. Wonderful nap after church, however, and amusing dreams. Great conversations with Middlest before and after my nap. I'm calling this day a win.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

And the beads go on...

Kinda like Ravel's "Bolero" but with bling instead of measures.

I've worked the right lower edge, around the side, and about halfway to the midpoint of the back. In other knitting news, I'm ready to work the heel flap on the new baby sock.

I was at the mechanic's as soon as they opened, and the car is safety-inspected. I also picked up dairy items and fresh fruit and was home by 9:00am, before the great outdoors heated up. After which, I promptly took a five hour nap.

Just remembered that I haven't refrigerated the breakfast casserole. Time to divide and conquer! Night, y'all.

Friday, June 22, 2018

Car progress, knitting, and quality time with 60% of my kids.

Middlest in the morning for the monthly doctor visit, then two round trips to the pharmacy in a neighboring town, because we have all of those Rx's on auto-refill, and we forgot to inform the pharmacy that Middlest is no longer taking one of them.  Second trip was for a refund.

Tanked the car and drove to Firstborn's, where she and Fourthborn were working on quilt blocks. (Unlike me.) Between Middlest's appointment and hanging out with my other two, I got half a cuff done on yet another baby sock.

We watched "Coco." What a great movie!

Emptied the Tardis so my kids can sell her for me. Cancelled her Tolltag. Knitted some more. It took half again as much time as it usually requires to get home. I am happy and tired. I want dinner, podcasts, and knitting. But maybe I will just make an early night of it, after dinner.

Tomorrow I'm getting the car safety inspected, and then Firstborn will renew the tags. I forgot to give them the key for the Leer cab in the back.

I used the backup camera to ease the new car up the driveway without driving over the landscaping timbers like I did (more than once) in the Tardis. It took me two tries to do it, but I suspect that eventually it will become second nature.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Beads me.

It's a lot deeper in real life. And the big beads are sparkly as all get-out

But both sleeves are now beaded, and they are almost exactly the same circumference, and I am done for the night. Next step is to bead the hem. No earthly idea how long that will take, or how many podcasts I will get through.

Life is good.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

... followed by a really rough night.

I went to bed earlier than usual last night, then tossed and turned for two hours, finally getting up around half past midnight. I spent the next couple of hours trying all the standard tricks: hot milk, lavender oil, lotion on my feet, white noise machine.

Somehow I forgot to set my alarm for this morning. I awoke(ish) to a room that was too light. Quarter to seven. Threw breakfast together, and when I was putting my dishes into the sink, Middlest came out and helped me gather things for my lunch bag.

Made it to work with two minutes to spare. Survived endured the monthly support staff meeting with a modicum of grace and was enabled by additional grace to remain focused and on task for the rest of the day. I did not ~ quite ~ need to break out the last dab of Cherry Coke leftover from that day I sleepwalked through before I stopped taking my muscle relaxer. I blasted zydeco all the way home, just to be safe.

So: dinner is down the hatch, and I've bound off the hem of the sweater while listening to two podcasts. I am (vaguely) trying to puzzle out how to stay awake for another hour and a half so I can take my evening meds on time and crash. I think I might make it another half hour. Feeling very much a mombie at the moment.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

This was a really good day.

I got a lot accomplished at work, ate sensibly, and finished weaving in the ends on the baby socks. Picked up Fourthborn, enjoyed a healthy meal at IKEA with my Knit Night friends, and delivered my kid to her apartment without a scintilla of the drama that made last Tuesday so memorable.

I did not knit, however, because I'd left my size 10 needles at home, and I need them to bind off the hem of the sweater.

As soon as this load of wash is done, it goes into the dryer and I fall into bed.

Mailed off letters to my senators and congressman today. Was pleased to see that Snopes debunked the various Republican spins on how long this "policy" of separating children from their parents at the border has been around.

If it hasn't already been done, somebody needs to revive the Nixon-era bumper sticker: Jail to the Chief.

Monday, June 18, 2018

New hymnal and children's songbook are coming!

And the church solicited input from the members as to favorites, what to omit next time, what we'd like to add in. I commented that I hope that Sister Gladys Knight is on one of the committees. The music will be standardized in every language, which will be great.

I linked a bunch of records tonight. Have yet to solve the mystery of the cousin who married hubby A one month and hubby B a month later. I got those dates from a transcription of that family's Bible.

I'm nearly done with the second baby sock. I didn't touch the sweater today. This is the part where I go do something about both.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Checking in.

I just spent a happy couple of hours linking records to one of my 6th great uncles. The prize was finding a transcription of his family Bible. Lots of names and dates, half a dozen more people on my tree, and more records to link. I was able to confirm the spelling of his first wife's last name, and I have names and spouses for their three children.

In knitting news, I've done nothing on the sweater today. (That is about to change.) While at church, I turned the heel on the second baby sock. Mid-afternoon, I took a five and a half hour nap, which means that I will be up for awhile.

I've told the ancestors "see ya later" and am going to set up my bed for a spate of beading. When I get tired of that, I'll work on the sock. I'll listen to my scriptures first, then pick out a podcast or two.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Quick update before crashing.

Lovely, quietly productive day. I think I've reached the hem on the sweater. Right now it hits about level with my sacral dimples, and I think the beading will stretch it downward a bit without making it so long that I'd sit on the hem. Which, with beads, would be distinctly uncomfortable.

I squinched the stitches away from the tips of the needles and tried it on, which is why I was able to guesstimate the length in back. Then I squinched the stitches differently so that I could see how it hangs in the front. There were maybe two yards left on the ball, and I'm now regretting slightly that I broke off the extra in order to not trip over it while trying on the sweater.

If my grammar makes no more sense to you than it does to me, it's because I'm typing a little after midnight on Sunday morning, and Middlest is eating chips and hummus, which is slightly less distracting than when my kid cracks jokes, because I said, "I love you and please don't talk to me, because I'm writing."

There will be no more knitting tonight right now, as I managed to get through the day without taking a nap. And I am blessedly and understandably sleepy.

Had a good long discussion about the car with Firstborn. Paid down my credit card to less than $200 today and will talk to my credit union Tuesday or Wednesday, after it's had a chance to show up on my credit report. We need, in short order, to get the car safety inspected and the tags renewed, and then we can worry about the financing and the title transfer.

OK, y'all, I'm so done for now. Later, gators.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

I figured a few things out today.

While stopped at traffic lights, I learned where more things were located on the dashboard. After work, I was able to adjust the driver's seat more to my liking.

Our system was down at work for almost three hours. I was probably the happiest person there, because I had my knitting. I added at least two rows to the sweater before I realized that I could work on the beast of a series of notebooks for a trial that was originally set for March and is now scheduled for July.

Back in March, I printed off about six reams of documents and had made a good start at organizing some of them. This afternoon I grabbed two empty notebooks and started working on the index sheets that go in the front of each notebook. I filled one notebook and will fill the second one as soon as I have a break from ordinary activities. There is still a 9" or 10" stack of unsorted papers in the bottom of a file drawer. Quelle joie!

Right now I'm boiling some spinach and cheese ravioli that I bought last Saturday at Costco. There's a recipe on the bag for "lazy lasagna" that I might try with some of the rest of the ravioli. I haven't had lasagna in a very long time, and I love it. Maybe I'll get marginally ambitious this weekend.

The ravioli is nearly done, and I am ready to go offline and put my feet up. Hoping for another good night's sleep. Yesterday's massage worked wonders on the tension in my neck and shoulders. I'm still aching a little from a couple of trigger points he released, but my range of motion is about where I'd like it to be.

Night, y'all.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018


Tardis update: estimated repairs are, at minimum, roughly half of her book value. at maximum. I have a lead on a replacement, and in the meantime I have a dependable ride while I do my due diligence.

After work I drove straight to Whole Foods for a half hour chair massage. I feel calm inside my mind and heart, and my body is almost as relaxed as it was before the Tardis went blooey. Heaven and Beloved are definitely watching over me. And I am so thankful.

Planning on an early night to make up for getting to bed after midnight this morning. Light dinner, light knitting, and hopefully out like a light shortly thereafter.

To be continued...

Tuesday, June 12, 2018


The AC in the Tardis has been a little weird lately, and I was going to get it looked at on Saturday. But tonight, as Fourthborn and I left Knit Night, there was a sound like a herd of panicky mice and the smell of burning rubber, and then nothing. So I turned the AC off. And by the time we reached the end of the parking lot, I knew I needed to head for Firstborn and 1BDH's. We limped along. The battery light came on. The temperature dial started edging toward uh-oh. The battery indicator started edging toward nope. When we were near our goal, there was a boom! and a puff of smoke to the right of the hood. We got as far as the parking lot of one of the hospitals. My power steering was gone. I did not hit the lady in the wheelchair when I ma'am-handled the Tardis into the parking lot. AAA has towed the her (the Tardis, not the lady in the wheelchair) to my kids' mechanic. I'm driving a spare car. Home and safe and very glad that my kids love me. Apparently when the AC belt blew, it tried to tango with the serpentine belt, and that's when all you know what broke loose. It'll be all right in the end. If it's not all right, then it's not the end.

Monday, June 11, 2018

A satisfying speed bump.

We had lunch on Saturday with friends from Tennessee. The brother of Middlest's best friend, and said brother's best friend since college.

I'd worked a little on my great-great-grandfather's records before the Costco run and was just getting back to it while the pizza baked, when we got the text from our friends that "now" was best. So I shut down the computer, covered up our individual pizzas, and drove to a nearby city.

We ate at a place that best friend from my childbearing years had taken me to some time ago. It did not disappoint. I am not particularly fond of Thai food, and this was a notable exception. I had three small meals' worth of leftovers. (All gone now.)

While preparing to go back to work on my great-great grandfather's records, I was briefly distracted by this article. I quibble with its premise that we are simply great apes who do certain things better than other apes, and that's why we've endured. But I wholeheartedly agree with its conclusion that the interlocking webs of connection and relationship are a large part of what make us fully human.

I learned a lot about that great-great-grandfather. He fought for the Union, mustered in in September, when his youngest was three months old, and died of typhoid fever in Tennessee, leaving my great-great-grandmother with a young daughter (my great-grandmother) and a baby.

I've gotten a number of other records connected to other relatives, and I feel pretty good about what I accomplished over the weekend. I linked a few more records at breakfast this morning, and I probably ought to do some more, but sorry, dear ones, I'd rather knit. Before I let myself do that, I will bring in the laundry that I washed at 1:00am and start another load to hang in the garage overnight.

Why was I doing laundry at 1:00am, you ask? Well, I took a little nap around 5:00 yesterday afternoon and woke up at 12:30, ravenous and 2.5 hours past when I should have taken my meds. I got that all wrangled and was ready to work by 1:00. Hey, I kept the Sabbath, and I was so tired on Saturday that I forgot to do some urgent laundry. And then I knitted a lot and listened to my scriptures and other edifying things until I was sleepy again, around 3:00.

It was a good day at work. Took care of the urgent stuff for my people and got through (almost) everybody's mail, including the attorney I back up, and I know what needs doing today.

Duty calls. I figure that I've got about fifteen minutes of adulting, and then I can chill. The trash and recycling are already out on the curb. Go me!

Friday, June 08, 2018

Today? Intense, busy, and verging on wonderful.

I added four rows to the body of the sweater. Filed an answer that was due next Monday. Wrangled ToDo's and mail folders and outgoing. Came home by way of the dairy store for milk, buttermilk, and orange juice. Declared adulting to be officially over and watched two episodes of "Random Acts."

I'm hoping to have tomorrow's adulting done by 11:00am, before the heat is brutal and I melt. That way I can spend the rest of the day alternating between knitting and playing with the ancestors. I remember three years ago when I had something like four hundred hints and felt overwhelmed at the thought. Now I have over 15,000 hints, and it's like trying to figure out how many angels can dance on the head of a pin.

Why angels would want to dance on a pinhead when there are plenty of good ballroom floors available in this world, has never made sense to me.

For a little while this afternoon I was typing like the wind. It was as if twenty years had fallen off my hands. I broke up that task into smaller segments, and I stretched in between or scratched my traps with my back scratcher to fend off the tension that was starting to build. I've been thinking about taking the smaller dumbbells to work. In a few minutes, I'm going to experiment with the greater and lesser dumbbells and the stability ball, to see if I can do some lightly weighted stretches to open up my chest. And then I'm going to brush my teeth and go to bed and sleep until I've had enough.

Thursday, June 07, 2018

Tuesday was a beating.

Stayed up too late Monday night, then didn't sleep well. First task once I was at work was to polish off the last third of the Cherry Coke that had been waiting patiently in a filing cabinet drawer. Once I'd finished, I went down to the deli and bought another bottle.

I was hoping for an early night after Knit Night, but Fourthborn had a larger than usual shopping list, and I sat in the car for the better part of half an hour with the windows down, playing Sudoku on my phone and scanning the area for malfeasors. Took her home, hit the drive-thru at Bueno for a party taco because it was well after 9:00 and dinner had worn off. I didn't want a big meal, just enough protein, fat and carbs to get me home in safety so I could take my meds and go to bed.

I was almost asleep when the weather radio went off. And it went off again within half an hour. Plus, Middlest was comforting some online friends who were grieving, and even though my kid was speaking as quietly as possible, it was still filtering through the vent into my room. So I fired up the white noise machine on "rain" setting, massaged some lavender oil into my forehead, and hoped that the white noise wouldn't make me have to get up and pee. I ended up getting something like four hours of sleep.

Last night I came home, ate a light dinner, and was in bed a little after 9:00. I was so tired that I forgot to set the alarm, but Middlest woke me this morning, and I've had a great day. Linked a few more records while dinner cooked, then added three rows to the sweater body and eight beads to the second cuff.

While knitting, I listened to the youth fireside put on by President and Sister Nelson on Sunday night. It was well worth my time. I also listened to today's portion of the Book of Mormon (Abinadi's last hurrah).

I've cleared the knitting away. Part of tomorrow's lunch is pre-packed. And I'm going to take my meds and go to bed. I'm planning a simple weekend. Adulting, knitting, reading, family history research, and self-care. Not necessarily in that order.

Monday, June 04, 2018

Linked more records tonight.

I'm still frustrated at not being able to find my great-grandparents' marriage in Germany in 1854. I looked at my great-uncle's date of birth and worked out that she was about five months pregnant when they arrived here. That is one voyage I would not have wanted to make. But I'm glad that she did.

My poor little beak is so sore. I'm not sure what is blooming right now. The trees seem to be done. But the pollen count is high, and I rotated my antihistamine on Friday, and I'm not sure that it's working. I checked. It's grasses. 23ppm. No trees, and too early for ragweed, thank goodness. It's supposed to get worse as the week goes on. This is one of those days when my resurrected body cannot show up a moment too soon.

I've picked up the stitches at the bottom of my sweater. Spent so much time linking records that I  have zero interest in adding beads to the cuff of the second sleeve. I think I will just mosey into my room, listen to my scriptures on my phone, and work a couple of rows on the body. I'd like to be asleep as close to 10:00 as I can manage, since the dead people kept me up late last night, and I have Knit Night tomorrow.

Friday was my 19th anniversary with the company. Boggles. The. Mind.

Saturday, June 02, 2018

Kept it simple today.

1. Followed through on my assignment to help clean the meetinghouse.

2. Picked up all four quilt blocks, because Firstborn was out of town and they hadn't sewn the May blocks, Middlest had a migraine, etc.

3. Figured out how to decline the money that Firstborn had sent via FB Messenger to reimburse me for her block and Fourthborn's. There have been sufficient belatedly-revealed debacles that I don't trust FB with my card numbers or a link to my PayPal.

4. Picked up three cases of water and had a minor brainfart, wherein I looked at the DP flavors and thought "they don't have the one that Middlest uses as part of the migraine regimen," forgetting that it is not DP but Mountain Dew. So I bought a pint of ice cream for my kid, with the promise to go out after the sun went down and acquire the Mountain Dew.

5. Ate sensibly. All day. I know, right?

6. Went out and got the Mountain Dew.

7. Saw the text from my bishop once I got home, asking kindly about the lack of an email with tomorrow's sacrament meeting music. Gack!!! Repented. Checked my email archives (since my spreadsheet is on my other computer, which is still at Secondborn's house) and eliminated a couple of choices. Sent the email.

8. Five rounds left on the second sleeve. Hoping to get one or both of them bound off, incorporating beads, before calling it a day.

Friday, June 01, 2018

Best workday in weeks. Maybe months.

I was well and truly blessed. And focused. And productive. And non-drowsy. At one point, I could feel my neck and shoulders starting to tense up, so I stopped what I was doing and spent a couple of minutes stretching out.

There are twenty-four more rounds to knit on the second sleeve, and then we get to see if the two sleeves are the same length.

I spent the best two and a half hours tonight, watching "Be One" on my phone and weeping for joy. Forty years ago today, I was (hugely) pregnant with Firstborn and working as a temp. One of the other secretaries burst into the room where I was working and announced, with eyes big as saucers, "The prophet has just had a revelation!" I remarked mildly that that was his job. Did she have any details?

Forty years ago today the priesthood was extended to all worthy brethren, regardless of race. Which meant that blacks of African descent could now serve missions, receive the ordinances of the temple, and be sealed in forever families. Their children could be born in the covenant, as mine were, and as Beloved's were. I was thrilled. (If any of my friends were not, I never knew.) The children's father was equally ecstatic.

I love President Nelson's teaching that racism, sexism, and other isms are not appropriate for members of the church. That we need to be building bridges and not walls. (I hope that was heard in Washington DC.) That we are all beloved children of the same Father, and that we need to follow the Savior and love God first, and then our neighbors.

Night, y'all. Play nice.

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Just a note.

Didn't take the muscle relaxer last night. Not drowsy at work today.

Also, another ten rounds or so added to the sleeve.

And I played with the dead people for about an hour and a half.

Calling it all a win. Night, y'all!

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

My BP is normal again!

A lovely 102/65. I am elated. I take this as a measure of how stressed my body was, lugging around all of those polyps. I have also lost six pounds since my surgery. I'm guessing four of them were the various bits and pieces scooped out of my uterus.

I discussed going off the muscle relaxer with my doctor this morning, and she reassured me that I was safe to do so, and that I could do it without tapering off. So I didn't take it an hour ago with my other nighttime meds, and I'm hoping that that relieves the drowsiness. Because while I adore the taste of Cherry Coke and have missed it enormously, it is not in my best interest as a diabetic to consume it on anything like a frequent basis.

We also discussed my origami toenails, and she asked if I needed or wanted help wrangling them. She said it ought to come under the heading of diabetic footcare, and she's recommended a podiatrist. Maybe when I lose the "significant amount of weight over the next three to five years" which my surgeon strongly recommended, I will easily be able to reach my toes. And maybe when that happens I will regain sufficient flexibility in my hips that it is not painful to do so.

A girl can hope.

Did a lot of dovetailed errands today. Doctor's appointment. Picked up Fourthborn since I was in town and dropped her off to deal with some paperwork of her own. Went to La Madeleine and got a personal-sized quiche Florentine to break my fast. (That spinach counts as one serving of vegetables, right?). Picked up Fourthborn and took her home. Found the UPS Store and returned an electronic something for Middlest. Drove to the bead store and bought four colors of beads in two sizes for the hem and cuffs of this sweater. Came home and took Middlest to the doctor for some lab work and a quick consultation. Came home and slept for six hours.

I've now been up for approximately two hours, have eaten another three servings of vegetables and a spoonful of ice cream, and came out here to double-check my knitting chart. The dishwasher is humming. I am not, because Middlest is asleep. Going back to my room to knit until I'm sleepy again.

Tomorrow could be an interesting day at work, but I'm hoping that between the nap and one less medicine, I won't be fighting drowsiness all morning. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Good day at work. Much happy knitting at various times.

I need to go to bed half an hour ago, because I have my quarterly diabetes checkup tomorrow morning. I also need to reset my alarm, because I don't entirely trust myself to spring out of bed when the alarm goes off, and I need to bring in the trash and recycling bins before I scoot on down the road.

I'm a little crabby because I submitted two medical bills for reimbursement, and they were denied. I will have to resubmit them when I'm back at work, because I don't have the ability to make comments on PDFs here at home.

I might have mentioned it last night, but I'm going to ask my doctor if I can go off the muscle relaxer. I had to leave church after sacrament meeting on Sunday because I was so drowsy. And today I had to go down to the deli and buy a 20 oz Cherry Coke because the drowsiness was even more pronounced. (I only drank part of the bottle.)

My evening meds have kicked in. I'm outta here.

Monday, May 28, 2018

Moral heroes.

I want to be one when I grow up. I found this article in the NYT (my last free article of the month), and because I've disabled my platform on Facebook, I can't share it there. So I'll share it here.

In knitting news, I'm about 4.5 inches along on the second sleeve. It goes a lot faster when you know what you're doing.

In family history news, I spent about 4.5 hours linking records, mostly on my Elliott line. I thought for a minute that I'd discovered my fourth great-grandfather, but the record was for a soldier who'd fought in the Civil War, and my third great-grandfather had been gone for two decades. So, nope. But I did discover that one of my third great-grandfather's sisters was a knitter, and her daughter was a weaver (census records).

I spent the rest of the evening finishing the third Magnus Chase novel, and now I am going to listen to my scriptures, brush my teeth, and go to bed. I have to work tomorrow. And I hope to have enough spoons to go to Knit Night afterward.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

And it came to pass(port)

We got Middest's passport photo taken yesterday. That was the one thing that absolutely needed doing, as far as I was concerned. And we did it. We'll take care of the paperwork after I get my Social Security check next month.

I did not quite finish the first sleeve on my sweater, but it's now the proper length, and the stitches are collected on a holding thread and cinched tight with the last of the ball of yarn inside. I've decided to finish off the cuffs and hem with beads, to counteract the tendency of stockinette fabric to curl upward at the top and bottom. In my stash there are beads of the perfect color; unfortunately, they are meant for laceweight yarn or tigertail or multiple strands of silk thread. So I will hit the bead store after my quarterly diabetes check later this week.

Meanwhile, I have begun the second sleeve, and if I follow my spreadsheet, I won't get lost and end up with mismatched sleeves. (Unless, of course, my gauge goes wonky.)

Best thing that happened at church today was one toddler's clear and enthusiastic "Amen!" at the end of the first sacrament prayer, followed by echoes from several other toddlers in rapid succession.

Less-good thing that happened was that I fought sleep all through the last half of sacrament meeting, notwithstanding my interest in the talks that were being given. I went home before Sunday School, texted my RS president to that effect, and was asleep shortly thereafter. My surgeon did warn me that the progesterone could make me drowsy. Several of my other medications could do the same, which is why I take those all at night. I might have mentioned here that I am feeling no pain, tension, or anything like unto it in my back. When I see my doctor next week, I'm going to ask if I can go off the muscle relaxer, and if so whether I need to taper off.

Time to go play with my knitting some more.

Friday, May 25, 2018

Blogging from my phone

Because I'm almost ready to call it a day, and I don't want to go back out to the living room and fire up the laptop.

Work was hard and intense and good. Hardly any traffic on the drive home.

Dinner was mostly leftovers from lunch, plus the last burger patty. Middlest sat across the table and kept me company.

Dessert was something like an hour of linking records to the husband of the great great aunt whose records I linked last night, and their kids, and their kids' spouses. I learned that Auntie was the second wife. First wife died young, and her two little girls didn't make their first birthdays. Sometimes this work breaks your heart.

I'm still soldiering away on the first sleeve of my sweater. I think I might have a little something left of this ball when I get to the cuff.

In really boring news, I trimmed my nails. Am hoping to get them painted this weekend. And get my hair trimmed. Big goal for tomorrow is to get Middlest's passport picture taken. Everything else is negotiable.

Night, y'all.

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Tired but happy.

The "We're Related" app says that my friend Linda and I are possibly 7th cousins twice removed. Common ancestor back in 1668. Only problem is that back about 200 years' worth or so of generations,, there's some sloppy genealogy, and neither of us can find one of the links. Also, I find it hard to believe that one of the ancestresses, who was born in Maryland, wed in Maryland, and gave birth to several children in Maryland, made a quick hop overseas to have a daughter in England, then had several more children in Maryland. I look on that (as Dad would have said) with love and suspicion.

On the other hand, I spent half an hour or so linking records to a second-great-aunt, discovering her husband's name and the names of four children. Next time I jump back on Ancestry, I'll link records to him and see what pops up for their kids.

And I hope that Linda and I do find out that we're related. She's good people, and we've been friends almost 20 years. I'd be honored to claim her as kin.

I am thoroughly worn out by this snippet of obedience.Time to grab a snack and my knitting and a book.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Feeling human again.

Not-hurting is a wonderful way to feel. My workday was one of almost uninterrupted productivity. No, I'm not entirely caught up, and yes, I'm looking forward to a long weekend.

Knit did not happen. At least, it hasn't happened yet, and I'm almost ready to go to bed. Instead, I read and read and read, here a little on the laptop after catching up my spreadsheets, but mostly on my phone. I made a healthy dinner: salmon burger, sensible portion of mashed potatoes, and an Envy apple.

Last night I emailed the health club that I used to attend.

Me: Do you offer a senior discount?

Slick salesman: Good evening, I just received your email. When are you looking to get started? The reason I ask is because we have a promotion where it’s 50% off the joining fee. It started Monday and ends *tonight*. If interested, I can send you an online join link. Yes the membership gets you access to all the wonderful amenities you enjoyed before.

Me: Not ready to join yet. More like the middle of next month. Is there a senior discount? I'm 66.

Slick salesman: What’s your price point?

Me: Just give it to me in black and white. Regular dues. Senior dues. Thank you.

Slick salesman, after I'd crashed for the night: The lowest I’m able to go is $62 a month.

Me, after waking up this morning: Thank you for your time and courtesy. I will look elsewhere.

Not at all interested in paying slightly less than I paid before, when I couldn't get a straight answer to a simple question on the first try, and when I know there are several gyms around here that offer Silver Sneakers at less than half of his best price. I will also see if there's a discount through my corporate perks.

Time to listen to my Book of Mormon and maybe get in a round of knitting or two. I slept like a rock last night. Hoping for a repeat tonight.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Speed bump.

I did, indeed, go to bed early last night, setting the alarm for an hour after I normally take my evening meds. Woke up, medicated, and staggered off to the loo. Where I discovered a weird and tender bulge in my privates. Went back to bed, slept fitfully, and awoke to a seriously crabby perineum. Hurt to walk. Hurt to sit. Hurt like blazes to pee. And the bulge was significantly larger.

I discussed this with Middlest over breakfast. (There are very few topics off-limit chez Ravelled.) We agreed that I should call my doctor's answering service and see what could be done. I finished breakfast, showered and shampooed gingerly, dressed even more gingerly, put out the trash, and got into the Tardis. Called the answering service and left a message the good doctor. He called me back within a few minutes. I told him that I thought my pelvic floor had dropped. He told me that the surgery which had been scheduled for this morning had cancelled, and to please be in his office at 9:30.

I called in, said that I was going to see my doctor and that I'd be in afterward. I got to the clinic about 45 minutes early and spent that time reading articles on my phone. When he examined me, he discovered that the problem was a sponge that got left behind after my surgery. He carefully fished it out. Instant relief. Poor man was mortified. And furious with himself. I couldn't be angry with him. He noted my chart and made a note to himself to take it up with the doctor who assisted. "This should not have happened to you. And we need to make sure that it doesn't happen to any other woman under my care."

And then we discussed the pathology report. No cancer in the samples. However, what I have is endometrial hyperplasia without atypia, complex. What this means in layman's terms is that my obesity stores excess estrogen, which thickens the uterine wall. If I do not make significant changes in diet and exercise, I am at high risk of developing uterine cancer. In fact, he said, I had been as close to that line as it is possible to be without actually crossing it.

There are two ways to treat this. The conservative way is to begin taking progesterone and to lose a significant amount of weight in the next three to five years. The risks associated with taking progesterone are an increased chance of developing breast cancer. (And, given my experience with The Pill in the early 70's, plus all five of my children's reactions to progesterone, a high chance of developing some level of psychosis. I was hell on wheels when I was married to FirstHubby.)

The second way to treat this is to remove the uterus. I'm pretty sure that that is what I will ultimately choose, but I don't want another surgery this year, and I want to use my remaining PTO for fun things like vacations.

So tonight I will add progesterone to the other five pills that I take, and Middlest and I will monitor me for changes in my mental health, and part of next month's Social Security check will be dedicated to a gym membership.

My doctor said that some of the positive side effects of progresterone can be lessened anxiety, better sleep, and a more relaxed body. Make it so. And if I could have the fuller head of hair that I enjoyed during my pregnancies, I would be elated.

I need to do more research, but that's it for now. I am nowhere near as exhausted as I was last night, but I am tired, and I need to put my feet up, and I want to read, and I want to go to bed at a reasonable time. Later, gators.

Monday, May 21, 2018

First day back at work.

It was a good day, all things considered. No real pain, just endless slogging from one task to the next. I did get a surprising amount done, and any glory attached to that goes to Heaven and the guardian angels who were propping me up. (I asked for strength beyond my own, and I was too tired to feel the presence of Beloved or anyone else assigned to keep me out of the pool halls.)

I wore my new Gudrun shoes today. They're very comfortable, and I think I'll love them once I adjust to the difference in my stride.

Hit Costco on the way home, tanked the Tardis, and purchased five items that couldn't wait until Friday. Now I'm trying to decide (A) what to eat and (B) how soon I can go to bed.

Four more days and then a long weekend. I can do this.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Day four - cue the Ventures!

As in, wipe(d) out!

I made it through all three hours of church today in good shape. That was the goal. While there, I finished the heel and got a few rounds done on the instep. Then I came home, threw a sandwich together, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed north for the senior recital of SemperFi's younger daughter.

It was lovely. We met in the sanctuary of their church, and there was a good turnout to support her. That girl has pipes! She hopes to perform on Broadway, and I would not be at all surprised if she succeeds.

One of the songs that she sang was from the musical "Waitress." It was about life and loss and compromise. I might have cried.

And then I came home and slept for five hours. I'm spotting more heavily this evening. But at least it doesn't hurt to swallow, and I can get into and out of bed with relative ease.

Tomorrow I get to go back to work. I have a feeling that this is going to be one of those weeks where I do a lot of praying for strength. Guardian angels: gird yourselves!

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Day three, post-surgery

In which your intrepid heroine attempts a field trip and partway succeeds. I'd been wanting to dash into a LYS to get some of those interlocking cardboard tubes designed to corral DP needles while in use. I also wanted to get my hair trimmed. I did a search in my checking account, and today is exactly two months since the last trim. This would have been a good day for it. However, as I walked back to the Tardis, my body said, thank you, and we're done for now. So I took a slightly roundabout way home (because: stubborn), ate a light lunch, and napped for about five hours.

While on the topic of hair, LittleBit is working at Ulta again. (Is it supposed to be all-caps, like IKEA?) And she is supposed to use her discount for family members, much like Squishy where he works. So after the surgery on Wednesday, and after we had refueled, we went to her store, and I bought what we thought was a bottle of fancy schmancy shampoo and a related conditioner but was in reality two different formulas of shampoo, one of which is not quite right for my hair.

I tried the first bottle yesterday, and today I have second-day hair that feels as good and as clean as it did yesterday. Pretty sure that I'm going to have to wash it before church tomorrow, but this is seriously cool. I guess I'm no longer buying grocery store shampoo. I'm still going to buy some of the neat shampoo I discovered when visiting my NY tribe in April, but that can be a treat for another time.

In reading news, I finished re-reading the second Magnus Chase book and have begun the third. Rick Riordan's writing (say that three times, fast) is dependably delightful.

In knitting news, I've turned the heel and picked up the gusset stitches on the first baby sock.

In recuperation news, I can get into and out of bed more easily than I have in weeks. My ab muscles have picked up the slack (tee hee), and it no longer hurts to swallow. I'm an hour past the usual time for my evening meds, so I'll say goodnight.

Friday, May 18, 2018

Day two, post-surgery

Noticeably better. I can swallow with only a shadow of discomfort. I can laugh without wincing. I can lever myself into and out of bed with relative ease, and I've only needed one nap today.

Took Middlest for the monthly checkup, then dropped off Rx's to be filled and delivered next week. On the way home we stopped at Kroger and picked up four cases of bottled water plus some toiletries. Neither of us had the spoons to bring the water in. We both agreed that I shouldn't even try, and Middlest is waiting until it's good and dark, because the temperature reached 94F this afternoon, while heat-sickness kicks in at 75F.

I finished rereading The Sword of Summer at ridiculous o'clock this morning and have handed it off to Middlest. I am now more than halfway through the second volume. I've also gotten the first baby sock to the beginning of the heel flap.

My appetite is a bit more erratic but a whole lot less demanding than it was yesterday. And I feel another nap coming on.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Day one, post-surgery

I doubt that I would have made much sense, had I posted when I got home yesterday.

The surgery went well. My doctor removed I-don't-know-how-many polyps and a fibroid, and samples of various bits have been sent to pathology. When I awoke, my throat was scratchy and dry, because they'd put a tube down it. I coughed a lot while in recovery, and ice chips have never tasted so good. The first few spoonfuls I let melt like a good little patient; the rest of them I chomped, because it was far more satisfying to have something I could chew.

I have no bruising where the IV went in, just one small red dot that is already smaller than when I got up this morning. My throat is still a little tender ~ it hurt to laugh at breakfast this morning, more in my throat than in my abs or my tush ~ and my abs think we're dying every time I try to get into or out of bed, which is why I'm taking a break from rereading The Sword of Summer to sit here and blog. My personal plumbing works just fine, which is a relief in more ways than one. I'm supposed to avoid greasy or spicy food for awhile, so no Pie5 with the doll-folk tomorrow night.

I don't have the attention span for knitting right now. I'm alternating reading with napping, scrolling through Pinterest, watching "Random Acts" on BYU TV on my phone, and playing Sudoku either on my phone or here on my computer. (My scores are abysmal, both in terms of numbers and the length of time it takes me to play a game. It would be depressing if I didn't know it's only temporary, because of the anesthetic and the insult to my body.)

They gave me Tramadol in the hospital, and it is wonderful stuff. I still have a nearly full bottle of industrial-strength ibuprofen from when my chair broke and dumped me on the floor. I took one of those last night before bedtime and another after breakfast, but my most recent dosage was a single regular-strength ibuprofen in late afternoon, and I don't think I'll need any more of it. The niggly spot in my back (the one I had PT for last year) is being humble and quiet, so overall I feel amazingly well, other than not wanting to knit. Or roll over too quickly.

I can feel another sleepy spell coming on, so I'm going to grab my evening meds, another half-mug of buttermilk, a handful of chocolate covered ginger, and see how long I'm out this time. Thank you for your prayers and positive thoughts.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Drama Mama.

No, not me. She was the ringmaster of two one-act plays put on by a bunch of kids in an extracurricular program that the daughter of one of my friends is in. I feel a little OK a lot guilty in retrospect, because a couple of weeks ago I completely spaced about BittyBubba's play or concert or whatever. I was in the throes of appointment after appointment after appointment, and tasks piling up at work and coming home exhausted.

Tonight I laughed hard, and it was fun. I stopped in at Half Price Books on the way home, hoping to find another copy of a cookbook I like, and while this store didn't have it, a nearby one does, and they will send it over. What I did find was a copy of my first treasured vegetarian cookbook, The Vegetarian Epicure, which is where I got my great spanakopita recipe. My first copy has been missing for at least ten years.

I managed to put several rounds on the sweater sleeve tonight, and the sleeve now comes down to roughly the crease of my elbow. I am not taking the sweater with me to the hospital tomorrow. I'm planning to take the baby sock. I won't weep if I have to frog a few stitches ~ or rounds ~ after coming out from under the anesthetic tomorrow afternoon.

Review of the new, lightweight compression socks that I recently ordered: I like the color options. They will do nicely for three hours of church, but they are completely inadequate for a workday. The elastic at the top is a little too snug and digs into my calf. That can't be good. So I will not reorder, and I will keep looking.

I have a little over half an hour in which to enjoy drinking cool, clear water. I'm going to make the most of it.

Monday, May 14, 2018

Oye with the poodles already!

We were short-handed today, so worklife got a little crazy. If by "a little crazy" you mean having to file an answer that was due at 10:00 for an attorney I back up, who I met up with heading to his desk at 9:51. I got that puppy filed at 10:01, technically late but the best I could with what I was dealt.

Then SemperFi got assigned two new cases with the answer due next Monday, and I won't be here to work on them after tomorrow. I'm hoping to get them wrangled so that somebody can file them in my absence. And my new attorney got a past-due case where the answer was due at 10:00am but the people who were supposed to get us certain information so we could enter the case, didn't provide it until sometime this morning. And it was on the other half of her docket, but my partner in crime was out today, so I got to take care of it. I'm almost done cleaning up discovery for the paralegal and am determined to finish it tomorrow. Then there were reports that got sent to claims over the weekend, that I had to do my bit on. And a report for the attorney I back up, who always leaves things until the last minute, that I had to wrangle.

Miraculously, my shoulders are in fairly decent shape, and my back didn't go into spasm.That one's taken care of. But if I were still a drinking woman, today would have been a day for it. I blasted zydeco in the Tardis all the way home, and I'm about to grab a Ben & Jerry's slice and head to my room with my knitting and a book or three. I am one tired mama. Middlest is sawing logs in the middle bedroom. I hope to be asleep by 10:00. Wish me luck.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

So, I've had a blessing.

I won't share the details, but it was as specific and as detailed as I could have wished, and I am now, finally, entirely at peace about my surgery this coming Wednesday.

In knitting news, I'm continuing to make progress on the sweater sleeve. I've just spent most of the afternoon finishing the third book in the "Trials of Apollo" series. I love Rick Riordan's writing. I'm also reading Stephen Fry's Mythos, which is an entirely different irreverent retelling of the Greek myths. But for now I'm about to get back to work on that sleeve.

Mother's Day at church was actually enjoyable. My friend Beth gave a great talk, as did one of the good brothers. Best part was the Primary children singing a song I'd never heard before, "Courage to Be a Mother." I'm not finding it on Google, so it may have been written by a brother in our ward. There was no traditional candy bar at the end of sacrament meeting, and I was thinking "What gives?" all through Sunday School, but after opening exercises in Relief Society, the Young Men came in bearing trays with bowls of ice cream, slices of bundt cake, and plastic-ware.

I'm hungry again. Later, gators.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Thought you might like to hear something positive.

The stomach pain has abated. I am grateful (and hope to remain so) for however long that lasts.

The sleeve is not arguing with me. The new 16" circ that I bought on Wednesday is exactly the right length to accommodate those stitches for now, and I have a 12" needle should I need it as decreases continue. Also, I checked and rechecked my work, and I did not work the cable cross on the wrong round. I am zipping along, listening either to scriptures or Conference addresses on my phone. This one, from President Nelson back when he was one of the newer apostles in 1989, seems equally relevant for today:

LittleBit has confirmed that she has next Wednesday off and will be able to get me to and from my surgery. We've worked out a timeline that builds in plenty of room for error, in case of additional complications to normal rush-hour traffic. My stress level is significantly reduced.

Bills are paid or scheduled. Cosco run happened this morning, and I've enjoyed a lengthy nap. I'm going to grab one of the many books which has arrived in the past week or two and read until I'm ready to sleep.

Night, y'all.

Thursday, May 10, 2018


From yesterday's post on FB:

Another day in which a ridiculous amount of stuff got done in 3.5 hours at work, followed by multiple appointments in the afternoon, followed by a light breakfast-for-dinner at IHOP while waiting for rush hour to end, followed by a leisurely and mostly stress-free drive to the one yarn shop in BigD that's open late on Wednesday to pick up Chiaogoo circs in the size I'm currently using but in different lengths, followed by picking up dinner for Middlest, followed by great conversation, followed by jammies and bringing in the laundry that I hung to dry in the garage [Tuesday] night, followed by a stomach that wants me to get dressed again and go out for steak and a baked sweet potato.

Me: if you'll accept the ginger cookies and buttermilk that I'm sending down now, instead, and you and Bladder let me sleep all night, and you don't grumble about a healthy breakfast and sensible snacks at work tomorrow, we can go to Saltgrass on the way home tomorrow night and have steak and sweet for dinner tomorrow and leftovers for Friday night.

Stomach: I can't promise that Bladder is going to cooperate, but I trust you, and I'll do my best.


Here's how that played out:

Stomach: Feeling a little sore. Have we eaten? Please send down food.

Me: OK [eats a little something]

Stomach: Hey, I'm still achy. Please send down more food.

Me: Are you sure? We just ate.

Stomach: Really? I can't tell. Please send down more food.

Me: OK [eats something else]

Stomach: Why are you ignoring me? I hurt. I need some love. Or at least some food.

Me: I. Just. Fed. You.

Stomach: No, you didn't.

Me: Let's take a stroll to the loo, and then a brisk walk around the gallery. Maybe that will help.

Stomach: That didn't help. Feed me, Seymour!

Me: It's half an hour until lunch. I'll feed you then. Although I'm not sure where you'll put it.

Stomach: No! [stamps foot] I want it now!!!!!

Me: Calm down, Veruca. I don't know why I put up with you. [goes downstairs to the deli and orders a chicken salad sandwich, which is light enough to not sit like an anvil in my midsection and maybe, just maybe, sufficient to satisfy Stomach]

Stomach: That was good. Thank you.

Me: You're welcome. Can I get back to work now?

Stomach: Why didn't you get me any cookies? We love her chocolate chip cookies!

Me: Yes, we do, but you don't need cookies.

Stomach: But I want cookies! [stamps foot again]

Me: No cookies. Put on your big girl panties. I have work to do.

Stomach: Ugh. I'm so full. Why did you eat so much? It's not Thanksgiving or anything.

Me: [typety typety type]

Bladder: [quietly] I need to go potty.

Stomach: You're such a drama queen!

Me: [sighs]

Obviously, there was no field trip to Saltgrass after work tonight.

Pretty sure that this is just pre-op anxiety. Maybe Stomach is worried that my doctor can't tell the difference between a stomach and a uterus, and that both are going to get cleaned out next week. I just know that I've had three days now of intermittent bellyache (no nausea, just low-level pain}, and it's wearing me out.

Life is, nevertheless, good. I came home tonight, put on my jammies, set the alarm for when it's time to take my meds, and now I'm going back to bed.

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

My stomach, however, might have other ideas.

It hurts. Not cramps, but a sharp, persistent OW! which began after lunch and has been lurking in the background off and on all afternoon. I woke up this morning with a deficit of spoons and was still, by the grace of Heaven, remarkably productive. I even managed to scan three receipts for the next flex-account reimbursement.

Messaged Fourthborn and my knitting group that I was knackered and heading straight home. I've drunk a mug of buttermilk, eaten half a chocolate muffin and five or six pieces of chocolate covered ginger, and the ache is back.

When the going gets tough, the tough start a load of laundry. All of my compression stockings and all of my dark Gudrun pieces are dancing an aquatic tarantella. It's probably about time for me to grab a bunch of hangers and shuffle out to the garage.

Well, that was weird. Apparently the cure for a wibbly tummy is to stand in an uncomfortably warm garage, hanging up one item at a time, until the washer is empty. When I go back out there tomorrow morning, I'm reasonably sure that what I want to wear to work will be dry and happy (and if it is not, I have something else to wear). Right now I'm back at the computer, a second mug of buttermilk to my left and the other half of the chocolate muffin to my right.

I still have zero desire to knit, which leads Middlest to believe that I'm coming down with something, or that the malaise that knocked me out last Thursday is coming back for another go. I just need to get through half a day of work, go do my pre-op visits, and come home again. With any luck, the Social Security Administration wasn't kidding when they said that my benefits start tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I'm going to read a little, take my meds a bit early, and try to be asleep around 10:00.

Monday, May 07, 2018

The Cardi is still behaving.

I played a wild game of yarn chicken with the second ball of yarn. Finished a row on the body with about two yards to spare, then put those stitches on hold and prepared to start the first sleeve.

It's slow going at the moment, because I'm switching out circs about every other round, trying to find the best one for the job. What I need is a 16" circ. The 9" circs that I bought are too short at this point; the Addi Natura cable is too stiff; the 40" Chiaogoo is too short for Magic Loop with this many stitches; so I'm using a 60" HiyaHiya and hoping to pick up a 16" needle when I'm off for my pre-op visits on Wednesday.

Work went remarkably well today. I am feeling marginally caught up and only mildly frustrated with a couple of things over which I have no control and minimal influence.

I even managed to do two loads of laundry tonight, one of which is in the dryer, and the other is hanging to dry out in the garage because it was 92F when I got home tonight.

This is the part where I bring my spreadsheet up to date, take my evening meds, and call it a day.

Saturday, May 05, 2018

The Cardi is behaving.

Most likely because I am counting stitches every couple of rows. I just completed the sixth cable row, updated my spreadsheet, then realized that I hadn't entered the numbers on my balance sheet (different spreadsheet; if you've been a reader for any length of time, you'll know that I'm mad for spreadsheets) for the end of April. So those are done.

Firstborn and I picked up quilt blocks this morning. Middlest was out with the king of all migraines, and Fourthborn suspected that she was coming down with something, so it was just the two of us. After that, Firstborn and I walked over to the little cafe on the corner and had breakfast and talked about everything and nothing for about an hour. She's busy with work and church and Junior League. I'm busy with work and church and knitting and Middlest.

Most first Saturdays, she brings Fourthborn and I bring Middlest, we pick up our blocks, everybody hugs, we might talk for ten minutes, and then she and Fourthborn go back to Arlington while Middlest and I run any errands between the quilt shop and home, unload the Tardis, and crash. Today we really connected, and it was wonderful.

I've had a shortish nap, added five or six rows to the Cardi throughout the day, listened to a couple of chapters of the Book of Mormon on my phone, and read several chapters in Mythos. I also dashed out just before dusk to Braum's for more milk, buttermilk, and orange juice.

Not sure what I want to do next, other than not-knitting. (No, I'm not running a fever. I just want to do something different until I feel sleepy.) Which, apparently, is now. It seems that my eyelids are as suggestible as my kidneys.

Thursday, May 03, 2018

Where did those two weeks go?

Oh yeah. I was carefully tinking back eight to ten rows on my Cardi Cozy. I'm pleased to report that all mistakes have been fixed ~ including the two messed up cable crossings I discovered on Tuesday, which got taken care of at Knit Night ~ and I have finally reached the point where the sleeve sections are on holding threads, the underarm stitches have been added with a provisional cast-on, and I'm two rows into the body of the sweater.

Work has been OK-to-good. I was more or less caught up when I left the office last night after a day in which I constantly fought the urge to sleep. I awoke reluctantly this morning, got ready for work, got about halfway there and thought better of it. So I called in (but to the wrong number), came home, and went back to bed.

I'm bleeding again. Correction: I was bleeding again on Tuesday and yesterday, but it seems to have stopped. I don't know if this the cause of my lethargy or if it's something else. I'm devoutly hoping that the hysteroscopic surgery in two weeks will be a permanent fix, and that I will feel an immediate improvement in my overall health and energy.

I've missed you guys. I've had things that I wanted to say. Creative blog titles. Books I've wanted to read. Interminable meetings at work. A little more anxiety than usual. A body that wants to sleep and a brain that wants to play. Too many nights staying up until almost midnight when I need to get up at 6:00am.

Throughout it all I've felt my Savior's love as well as the normal range of human emotions. I want to get my life back on track (whatever that is) so that there's time for all of the important stuff. But for now I'm heading into the kitchen with the plates from our pizzas, running the dishwasher, and settling in on my bed with General Conference on my phone, and a sweater which is (maybe) the only part of my life that is back on track.

Later, gators. I'm really tired. (But not depressed. I remember depressed.) Prayers and positive thoughts most gratefully accepted.