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Six 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!

Sunday, February 11, 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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