I had a week off. I was stuck at home for several days due to lack of transportation. I still have a mere two skeins to show for all this time.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
I had a week off. I was stuck at home for several days due to lack of transportation. I still have a mere two skeins to show for all this time.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Around 9:15 this morning one of my students went into a bit of a crisis and required some emotional and physical support in order to be safe. I recall thinking as I was taking repeated kicks to the shins, "Gosh, I have to pee...this could be somewhat problematic." But the incident looked to be one of short duration and I figured that all would be well.
However, upon returning to the classroom it appeared that the other children had not faired well in my absence. Order needed to be restored. That's OK...The Sheep is tough. She can weather this little issue with grace and aplomb. I'll just think dry thoughts.
At 10:30, Reading Class was fraught with a major case of "The Grumpies." No one was happy, everyone was the victim of some plot to make them the laughing stock of the school or ruin their little lives. The urge to tinkle was still well upon me, but there was no way on god's green earth that I could leave the scene at that point. I remained at my post.
Around 11:20, the pressure seemed to lessen somewhat. I feared that I had unknowingly just wet myself, but a quick check assured me that I had not. The need returned full force.
At 12:00 things were getting a bit grim, but it was time for third grade lunch and I needed to go with the kiddoes to make sure that they ate their veggies and didn't plan a coup to take over the school by dismissal. The ladies room never seemed further away. I gritted my teeth and lined 'em up.
By 1:00 it was time for Read Aloud and there was no way I was going to make it another minute. My vision was tinged with yellow and my pulse was creating a tidal pull somewhere near my eardrums. I begged one of my staff members to cover the class so I could finally just go...and go...and go...
For anyone keeping track that is a total of 3 hours and 45 minutes of clenching. I tried to tell myself that I must be burning a few extra calories with all those isometrics but it just didn't help. I miss the freedom to choose!
Of all the songs
There's none much sadder
Than the Ballad of
The Much-Ignored Bladder
On a happier note, The Sheep made a bit of a discovery today! It seems that one of my WIPs had been left in my bag after my trip to see Dr. Judy. (she's always running a bit late dontcha know) I pulled it out during recess and got in a little knitting time. As the the wind chill had put the outside temperature somewhere around twenty below the kids were trapped inside and forced to recreate within the confines of the classroom. Now these are the same children who will not hesitate to wander over and ask a question or make a point regardless of the circumstances. I could be talking with the superintendent, teaching the most brilliant class ever inflicted upon a hapless group of youngsters or dealing with a full-on temper tantrum complete with overturned chairs and full physical restraint. They will invariably trundle over to see why Harry got to use the computer and do I like him "better. "
Yet the knitting somehow repelled them. Several times a child would wander over then say, "never mind, you're busy," and head back out. Not sure what the aura of knitting did to their little psyches but I'm not going to question it too deeply. For 10 whole minutes, I could breathe.
Just not pee...
Sunday, February 26, 2006
I don't know Holly.
But I'm getting her phone calls. Many, many of her phone calls.
I can now answer the phone by saying, "Hello, I am not Holly" and it will make sense (somewhat) to whomever is on the other end of the line. It doesn't always work, but you'd be surprised how often it does.
I'm starting to really hate Holly...or maybe I'm just a wee bit jealous of her. I'm not sure.
Either way, I am not so impressed with her friends and family. From what I can tell, Holly and I do, in fact, have different numbers. They are distinctive by a single digit, though, and this is enough to throw them. I guess the lesson here is, "don't drink and dial." Or "a number programmed into your phone can actually be changed when needed." Or "leave the cranky middle-aged sheep alone before she starts tracing the calls and coming to your house to torture you with hand knitted toilet-tissue cozies." Could be any of those...
The funny part of all this (and I use the word "funny" loosely, here) is that many, many moons ago I used to work for a small company that provided ferry service via a cruise ship between Portland, ME and Yarmouth, NS in Canada. It was a pretty fun job for the summers, but, every once in a while, you'd get a customer who was a little tough to deal with. Generally, they wanted to call you back repeatedly in order to ensure that their accommodations for the overnight voyage were luxurious enough to meet their high standards. When that happened, we all gave fake names so we'd have a heads-up before taking the call. Can you guess what The Sheep chose as her alter ego? Yup, I was Holly.
Karma? Kismet? Irony? Coincidence? You be the judge.
I'm too tired from explaining to people that I am not Holly anymore.
In between playing Social Secretary to the Infamous Holly, I have been able to get one more skein of the Lincoln plied and set. I've also gotten in a tiny bit of knitting, but nothing in the way of an FO to post. Whatever I get done today will be it for the week, I'm afraid. This time tomorrow I will be squeezing children back into snowsuits and boots (once I locate them from the pile on the floor) and trying to direct them to the correct buses because they have used the past week off to forget everything that had meaning to them when at school. Then I will be taking 48 phone calls from parents who want to know why I sent their child home with the wrong boots or mittens because I, too, have forgotten the really meaningful stuff. Gotta love vacation!!!
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Sheepish Annie: I think I need a tummy tuck.
DJ: Just do sit-ups.
SA: No, seriously, I researched this! There is no way to build up the underlying muscle tissue enough to take up the slack in the skin of your abdomen after significant weight loss. I mean, an empty burlap sack is gonna just be all crumply until you fill 'er up again, right?
SA: Never mind, it made sense in my head. At any rate, my stomach looks really funny. I just don't think that you should be able to "mold" your skin into a variety of shapes like faces or cartoon animals and have it stay that way. I'm thinking tummy tuck.
DJ: Insurance won't cover that, you know.
SA: Yeah, I know.
DJ: Well, unless, of course, you are getting fungal infections within the folds of the skin. That happens alot and it's considered a health risk. That could fit in under most health plans.
SA: Gapes at Dr. Judy in abject horror.
DJ: Just something to think about.
SA: Never mind, I'm good.
So me 'n my crumply tummy are home today working on some projects as I'll be heading out tomorrow for a variety of "gotta do's." We're making some headway on the Lincoln:
Tomorrow is a big day! I start fasting tonight for ye olde blood letter in order that I might learn the iron, sugar and cholesterol content of my aging corpuscles. Then I'm going to head into the office to do all the crap that I said I was going to do Monday but didn't due to vehicular difficulties. After that, I shall rest up for a night of fun and frolic at the CamMad household. Mrichme and Camadsmom took pity on me and my lack of progress in the socialization area over this vacation and have invited me to their happy home. This way I can say that I met mrichme's challenge to do something over the break besides nap and shop. Always nice when the one who challenges you also follows through with the completion of the task.
Best go rescue the skein of Lincoln and get it hung up to block. Then I shall be spending the remainder of the day eating myself into a coma in preparation for my 12 hour fast. (most of which I will be sleeping through, but I'm not taking any chances."
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Dr. Judy: Well hello there, Sheepish. It appears that you have lost a bit more weight.
Sheepish Annie: Why yes, Dr. Judy. I have. You see, I have been making regular visits to Dr. DeSade, DMD (whom you probably recognize from his latest published work "How To Torture And Terrify In The New Millenium") There has been some technical difficulty around chewing over the last couple of months. (Sheep then goes on for several minutes listing the procedures performed to date. )
DJ: My, that sounds painful.
SA: Yeah, and that root canal...none of the painkillers would take and he ended up shooting four locals directly into the tooth, but that didn't work either and...
DJ: (visibly shuddering) Um, I can't talk about this anymore. Can we just change the subject?
Now this is a woman who, in order to obtain her degree and license to practice, had to actually cut into dead flesh. She regularly delivers babies, lances weeping boils and sticks her fingers into all manner of bodily orifices. And she's afraid of the dentist!!!!!!!!!!
See, it's not just me.
At any rate, my "every other month" appointment went well. The blood pressure is still "excellent," (this time last year I was on meds for this) my Body Mass Index is 21 3/4 (that would be in the "ideal" range, thank you very much!) and it looks like I'll live to fight another day. On the downside, it appears that The Sheep might be anemic. Or have some thyroid thingie. The diet's been a bit off since the whole dentist nightmare began so anemia looks like the disease du jour, but we'll have to wait and see. I get to fast and have blood work and all sorts of fun, dramatic sounding things. The Sheep loves nothing more than to make a drama out of the simple stuff...I am in my element, here!
In other news: The Sheep is also now mobile! The truck is fixed and there is now less chance of a major catastophe involving me losing a wheel on the Maine Turnpike. And, the good guys at the garage came in about $100.00 under their estimate and 15 minutes sooner than their time-to-fix 'er-up-fo'-ya-dee-uh" projection. (for those of you outside of New England, "Dee-uh" is the local pronunciation for "Dear".) The Sheep is released from the confines of her condo and free to roam the world anew.
There was some downtime for knitting today, but not as much as I'd thought. More time was spent in transit than sitting and waiting so not much to report on that front. Tomorrow may be a bit more conducive to project production!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Act One, Scene One: A typical suburban living room complete with avocado colored carpet and coordinating harvest gold drapes. The scene begins with a young mother leaning towards her 6 year old daughter.
"Now precious one, you don't want to eat that nasty, old broccoli. It will only give you the poots and possibly turn you into a serial killer when you grow up. No, no...you just eat these yucky, blucky homemade brownies. That's my girl, you little gift from heaven. I'm off to go deal with your nasty and far less-beloved brother whom we really did adopt from a petting zoo out of pity and have regretted obtaining ever since."
(exit smiling mother, secure in the knowledge that, within minutes, her darling offspring will be sneaking into the kitchen to procure some of the green stuff all the while thinking that she is partaking of forbidden fruit. End Scene)
Minor liberties were taken with the dialogue here, but you get the idea.
And not much has changed. Normally, The Sheep likes nothing better than to hibernate in the house with all her projects and snack foods gathered around her and the ear-shattering strains of Cartoon Network blasting in the background. However, once you take away the power of choice, this seems less than enjoyable. The truck is still not repaired and I am keeping to my word by allowing her to rest and limit the trips into the outside world.
I am trapped, I tells ya, trapped!!! Never have I wanted more to go out and see how everyone is doing. Friends, acquaintances, complete strangers....whomever. I just miss you. Horribly.
You'd think that, with all this time on my hooves, that I'd be getting a bit more done around the old homestead. This is not the case. Cabin fever has hobbled me and I'm just not feeling the love for all my little projects. I did manage to go through a few of the clothes in my closet and find more that could be discarded. (comforting to know that they are too big, disconcerting to realize that I once fit into them) I also finally sat down to get some plying done.
In addition, I snarfed down a big old Bubba Burger, (from the frozen food section at the local supermarket, dontcha know!) and a disturbing number of the Lindt chocolates gifted to Ms. Sheep by one of her students on V-Day. Oh, yeah...and another nap.
Tomorrow is the big day, though! The truck goes in for repair and, after giving the mechanic large amounts of my hard-earned dollars, I shall be mobile once more. I'm sure, at that point, that I will no longer wish to go anywhere, though.
But it's all about having the choice!!!
Monday, February 20, 2006
The actual plan for the day, however, did not include a real day 'o rest. I was supposed to go into the office for job #2 and get some paperwork done, meet with the boss and be generally helpful in ways that I am unable during the regular school year. Then I remembered the promise to the limping truck and decided that a trip into Portland might be pushing her already strained patience with me. I called in and left a message postponing my visit to later in the week and set my sights on a quiet day at home filled with sock knitting and the like. First, though, a supply run needed to be made. A day without Mountain Dew in the house is not a day worth living...
I returned home with the sweet stuff and broke out the drum carder for another date with Jacob. Didn't get far with that, though. The phone cheeped, the Sheep answered and the next two hours were spent chatting with the boss about various office issues and families with whom we work. This tuckered me out enough that all I had the energy to do was grab a quick lunch and hit the hay/couch for a little nappy-poo.
And has anyone noticed the lack of posting devoted to the much-neglected Reflecting Hearts rug? Welllll...I have to admit that there was a reason for that. (picture The Sheep hanging her head a bit here and looking, dare I say, "Sheepish") You see, I sort of let her get away from me a bit size-wise. I know, I know; measure twice, cut once. Plan ahead. Look before you leap. Well, The Sheep is not known for her foresight, OK? I was pleased enough with the design that I started to get carried away and, the next thing I knew, the actual rug was too big for the frame. Thus, the loops kept catching of the gripper strips and pulling out from the back. I tried several "fixes," all to no avail but was able to replace the loops that were so rudely snatched from their new homes. I finally pulled the whole thing off and put it back in the quilting hoop that I was using as my first rug frame. This is also not quite large enough but will do less damage and will result in far less language of a "salty" nature. I'm also pulling back on the Sheep-Gone-Wild design technique and keeping it simple from here on out!
Welllll, maybe just a tiny bit more embellishment...
And the sock? We are decreasing for the toe and hope to have it off the needles tonight! Then we'll see if The Sheep's patience is up enough for a run at the SOS sweater. I hate to say it, but it's not looking good here. I have yet another project in mind and can't seem to refocus! Well, it is vacation after all. It's really about what I want to do, isn't it?????
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Now this is somewhat unusual as carding is something that The Sheep does because she has to, rarely because she wants to! I suspect it has something to do with the last few batts of the Lincoln blend that should be done in the nearest of futures. As much as I love this stuff, I'm ready to see the end of it for a while. I gots me an itch to do something different, I tells ya! And here it is:
As you can see, The Sheep will be busy with this for a while. Won in an Ebay auction last fall, this lovely Jacob came to me already washed but full of VM. I've already spun up a small amount in a woolen yarn which is highly uncharacteristic for The Sheep. I'm more of a worsted spinner, but this stuff really lends itself to the long draw even if I'm not so good at that technique! I'm looking forward to spending some wheel-time with this!
For those of you thinking that The Sheep has abandoned her poor, sad little sock, take heart! Time was spent on that endeavor as well! We've recaptured the rogue stitches and needled them into submission. All is right with the world... I'll wait to post pix when I can honestly and truly say I have a pair of the suckers! Shouldn't be long. You'll be ok. Frankly, you're probably knitting something way better anyway.
Here's a thought to keep you from worrying obsessively about my foot coverings: I was checking my site meter stats last night and learned that The Sheep was discovered by some hapless soul who did a Google search by entering the keywords "constipated" and "cat." I'm not sure that my bound-up baby and I were exactly what he or she was seeking but I do so hope that my thoughts on the subject were helpful.
Off to start plying the last of the Lincoln!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
The day was made even longer by the downed trees preventing the buses from making their appointed rounds in the timely manner to which we have become accustomed. When The Sheep vacated the premises after 4:00 there were still kiddies waiting for their bright yellow chariot to carry them away. I probably should have felt more guilt around not helping to corral them. But I didn't. I ran. Very fast. As one of the few staff members who does not get lunch breaks nor preparatory periods and has to negotiate for bathroom breaks, I feel that I can justify.
On the brighter side, my Parenting Education Session was cancelled for tonight so The Sheep got to start her vacation many hours earlier than planned. It was a delight to do the grocery shopping in the daylight and to be home by 5:30. The cats looked a bit surprised, though. I swear to God I heard one of them sneaking the phone into the bathroom and calling a bunch of friends. "Change of plans...she's home. Yeah, I know...we'll have the Jenga/catnip fiesta next week. See ya then!" Or maybe I'm just tired. I don't know anymore.
Happy news: I finished the first of the Straight-up Sox last night! I realized as I approached the end of the toe that I hadn't done a Kitchener Stitch in a dog's age, though. Not a problem; I just pulled out my handy dandy Vogue Knitting Quick Reference and refreshed my aged memory cells. It certainly helped that this is a lumpy, bumpy, fluffy, floofy sort of yarn and it masked my whoopsies quite handily.
And now, the lights here in the old homestead are starting to dim a bit. Seems to me that there might be a chance for a power outage here as well. We'll end this here and get this bad boy up on them internets before all is lost!
Enjoy the weekend!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Perhaps that is why the Knitting Gods saw fit to humble me this morning. Or maybe it's because I failed to sacrifice a virgin to them on the last solstice. I'm sorry for that, but virgins aren't exactly as plentiful as they once were and I don't actually know when the solstice is. For whatever reason, I got hit with a little whammy this morning. This is usually a sign that the rest of your day isn't going to be exactly stellar.
I am in the final decreases for the toe, the end is in sight, I may actually get to the finish line here. (pretty dramatic commentary for such a simple project, but I'm a drama queen and I don't care) Suddenly there is this earth-shattering BOOM and out go the lights. Several more thunderclaps were heard followed by sirens. This has happened before so I know it's not the terrorists; a transformer has blown. It was quite exciting for the cats and they seemed to enjoy the show, but The Sheep ran into a little difficulty. (other than having to put on her makeup by flashlight like the pioneers did)
I was working these last few decreases just before leaving for work this morning and it wasn't exactly full daylight. Thus, I was unable to see all that well once electric lights were lost. Can we guess what happened? Rather that stop what I was doing before I screwed the whole thing up, I forged ahead. Long story short, I lost a few stitches. They were easily picked up (as long as I aimed the flashlight just right) and I think we're good to go, but what a blow to my Sheepie little ego!
Them Knitting Gods are truly vengeful gods. Don't mess with them. They can smell overconfidence a mile away and will humble you in the time it takes to say, "I can't believe how fast these things knit up!" I'm off to see if there are any virgins in my neighborhood willing to take a swim in a volcano in the interest of finishing my socks. This could take a while...
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
I fully support the "Stitch 'N Bitch" cause as I believe that the title was so totally NOT coined by the good folks at Sew Easy... And the Knitting Olympics? Love the concept. I support my sisters and brothers in the craft. And I marvel at what you are accomplishing.
But, alas, I am simply not a joiner. Competition and pressure to perform just give me the hives. I prefer to fail in private. Only I know how to comfort myself after a project goes south. And I can lie in my blog...you'll never know. I could just say that a Yeti broke into my home and stole my WIP before I could post the pictures and that my camera was exposed to high levels of radiation. You'd believe me, right?
Nevertheless, The Sheep does have some progress to report of a positive nature. My plain old boring, straight-up sox have come along nicely:
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Now, The Sheep is often tagged as being something of a cynic. And it's a title she richly deserves, have no doubt. But this is quite a day on the flock calendar. One I await with all the giddiness of a school-girl. It is, (ooo I'm all a-tingle here,) the day before some of the finest chocolates the world can produce go on the 1/2 price table.
Sure, there's a decent sale after Halloween, but those are the chocolates produced for children. And what do they know about cocoa content? No, the Valentine's leftovers represent the hope and dreams of men (mostly) trying to make up for an entire year of neglect. It's their last ditch shot at some nookie following the "blender-for-Christmas" debacle. It's good stuff people...really good!!!
However, The Sheep did find herself on the receiving end of some actual Valentine's Day Treats. One of my more "trying" students arrived with this for the teacher:
Enjoy the day with your favorite friend/partner/spouse or snack!!!
Monday, February 13, 2006
I know that I am not the best of partners in this relationship. I litter in your interior. I fail get your fluids checked and/or changed on anything remotely resembling a regular basis. I sometimes use foul language in your presence, although to be fair, that is not always my fault. There are others on the road not as proficient as I in the driving arena. I want to be good to you...really I do. I mean well. It's just easy sometimes to take the ones you love for granted.
And I also know that you are not well just now. Your little tire is clinging by a much worn bearing and you are making every effort to just keep it all together. I feel for you, I really, really do.
I am asking, nay pleading with you: please just hang in there for four more days. Let me get to work without dying in a fiery wreck, possibly taking out other commuters in the process. I know I am asking alot, here. You start up each and every morning, you provide me with a place in which to plug my heated coffee mug and you play my geeky 80's mix CDs with not so much as a murmur of complaint. But, I really need you to focus. Hang in there, baby. Next week is vacation week and we can get this all taken care of.
You see, four weeks of TCI training and multiple appointments with Dr. DeSade, DMD have resulted in my being out of my classroom for many, many days. The children have not handled this with anything remotely resembling grace under pressure and it is entirely possible that my staff is planning a bloody coup. I need to get there for four more days to bring some sort of normalcy back to the situation. And I need to earn the Benjamins in order to pay for your healing.
In closing, dear truck: I'll do my part if you'll do yours. We can make this work. I believe in us. Let's keep the dream alive. Let's keep The Sheep alive.
All My Love,
Your Titled Owner of Record
And in brighter news, The Sheep is the Winner of the BoogaJ comment contest! Julie will be sending me my very own Library copy of A Good Yarn for my Sheepie perusing pleasure. If my truck hangs in there and doesn't do anything crazy like spill my old bones by the side of the road, it promises to be a good read!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
I also cast on for a pair of straight up, simple and quite boring socks. Nothin' fancy here. My feet are cold. These should (and please note that The Sheep is saying, "should" here) go pretty quickly with DK weight Sirdar Snuggly on size 5 needles. It would be nice to have them done before the spring thaw!
There has also been much in way of napping, chocolate eating and reading. If I gotta live up here in the frozen north, then I fully intend to avail myself of all the joys of hibernating. It looks like we up here in the further reaches of the NorthEast are only getting the tail end of this one, though. We are well below the snowfall amounts that Boston and New York seemed to get. The Sheep is in the 5-10" snow amount band according to the latest radar. That's enough for me!!! Of course it would have been even nicer if the whole mess had waited 24 scant hours and allowed The Sheep a snow day from school, but it is what it is. Besides, every day we go now is one less to make up in June, I suppose. (Maine is currently not a year-round school state...at least for the moment)
"And what of Persephone?" you may ask. With her lengthy early warning system activities completed, she curled up for the day and has been out like a light. This was good given that her panic attack lasted well into the wee hours of the morning and I'm not sure I could have continued with all the soothing and nurturing.
Whew...that was one wicked low pressure system!!! Must regain my strength.
Since there seems to be no reason to think that I'll be granted a reprieve from school tomorrow (and I'd love one after the last few weeks) I suppose I should be thinking ahead. I'll need some lunches, clothing and a list of daily affirmations to read each morning to inspire me to brave the children in this, the week before vacation. Oh God...and Tuesday is Valentines Day!!! That means a party. Yikes!!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Well, if my furry little barometer is any indication, we may be in for some "weath-ah" here in the great state 'o Maine! Persephone has been needy as all get-out today. The crying, howling, and pawing at Mummy until she is picked up has resulted in this being the better part of the day's activities:
I'm good to go!
The Sheep is going to apply for a job with FEMA. Disaster prep. is my gift.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Hey, I live on this planet. It is not unreasonable to expect that, every once in a while, I might be expected to have to interact with the human race. It's in the contract unless you move to a desert island or something. And I won't do that unless I am assured of good cable reception. And clean facilities. And a Starbucks. As that seems unlikely, I'm on board with the whole "community" thing. I'll participate in the giving and growing and the caring and sharing.
However, I can't help but wonder why so many people think that I might be a good resource in this area. I am forty years old. I have never been married. I have had two relationships that lasted more than 6 months. And, to be truthful, they were really over at the 6 week mark. But I tire easily and am lazy. It was simpler to just wait the whole thing out. In the interim, I got some jewelry, free food and someone to kill the bugs I didn't want to deal with. These perks almost made up for the extra person wandering around my home wanting to talk about "where this relationship is going," and how his mother will just learn to love me once she gets to know me.
That's what I bring to the table. When you bring me your issues, this is the experience upon which I draw. And yet, they keep a'coming. I'll participate and I will do my very best to offer sage and useful advice as you all struggle through these trying times. But I strongly caution each and every one of you to take it all with a grain/shaker/barrel of salt. I may act like I know what I'm doing, but I'm a big, fat liar. What I'm good at is fixing my own toilet, purchasing my own cars and putting together a kick-ass tool kit.
Like I said, this plethora of lovelorn individuals tends to only flock to The Sheep on a bi-annual basis. It's usually short-term and we'll get through it once V-Day is over, I'm sure. The timing for this is really not that great given that I have a mutated fingerless glove to contend with and a tweaked back that took a trip to Hurtsville again today. I'll suck it up for you all, though. I promise.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
In answer to Mia's questions regarding the safety and well being of the Sheepie hooves, they are just fine and dandy, thanks! Here's the thing: when I hit the big four-oh last year I sort of panicked. OK, not so much "sort of" as "full on freak-out." I started doing foolish things like getting exercise and eating all these weird green things. I dropped about 60 pounds, which was great, but the rigid adherence to this lifestyle has taken it's toll on my common sense. At the time of "the incident" I happened to be holding on to the meagre salad that constitutes my midday meal and there was no way on God's Green Earth that I was letting go of the food...even if it meant rearranging the junk in the trunk. I stand by the decision. I was hungry...sue me.
However, having hands well enough to knit did not exactly save me from disaster. I was knitting along on the fingerless gloves and noted a bit of "wear" in the yarn. "Hmmm...," said The Sheep. "Wouldn't it just be horrible if the yarn were to break right here, just as I'm rounding this corner and pulling the yarn tightly so as to avoid the laddering I do so hate?" Long story short: yarn broke within a nanosecond of that thought, stitches were dropped, knotting the yarn went horribly awry and I'm taking out the last three rows to try and salvage the otherwise smooth and flawless knitting achieved to date. What are you gonna do? It is what it is. It's not a hard fix, just an annoying one.
It is also one that I shall leave for the weekend. I find that, when I try to fix something that has irritated the dickens out of me just after the fact, I end up only doing stupid things. Better to wait for a clearer head!
On that note, I'm off to eat my sad little "middle-aged, fighting it with all I have" sensible dinner!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
At any rate, it really was a trying day. I survived a month of physical restraint training with nothing but a few pulled muscles. I am put in the position of having to keep kids physically safe on a daily basis and often have to put my sheepie little body between them and the one they wish to destroy. I survive. Today, I was brought down by a plastic milk bottle. That's right, plastic. Not a jug, mind you. A single serving container. So there I was, monitoring my class during lunch and a student passing by accidentally dropped his strawberry milk. Ever the giver/caretaker/nurturer, The Sheep knelt to retrieve it. Half-way down, I felt something in the general area of my heinie start to pull. It was too late, though. Gravity was fully in effect and I was committed to the downward trajectory. Long story short, I pulled a major butt muscle with resulting tingles and twinges radiating down my left leg and up into my back. I'm not convinced that this is going to fly as a Workman's Comp. claim, but the lunch lady said she'd back me up. That is, if I can get up the nerve to admit that I torqued my tuchas going for a strawberry milk.
At any rate, I was so very pleased upon my arrival at the homestead to find a reward gift from my insurance company. I participate in their program to fool me into thinking that exercise and healthy eating are a good thing in the long run. Today's little giftie was this cheapo mp3 player! Whoo-hoo!!! A fun new toy!
Oh well, Persephone bores easily. She will eventually surrender the knitting mag. and the new toy when hunger or the overwhelming scent of catnip toys takes over. Then I can play with it. I'm not going to let the little things get to me. Besides, I do have an ipod. And that's way better. Just don't tell the cats or I'll lose that as well.
In Knitting Knews: I am well on my way to finishing the second fingerless glove. Only two more weeks til my appointment with Amy. Barring any further trauma to The Sheep's old bones, these bad boys will be done and off to their intended within the given time frame.
That's the news and I am outta here!
Monday, February 06, 2006
The weather looks good for a full week of school and there are no more trainings left to which I must travel. It will be a normal week for the first time in "i don't know how long." Two of those and I get a break. You'll never get rich as a teacher and the opportunities for advancement are pretty much nil. What you do get are regular vacations. I'll take it!!! Of course the only two pressing engagements The Sheep has going on for that time are a doctor's appointment (no panicky posts about that; I like my doctor way more than my dentist) and getting the truck fixed. Otherwise, I'll hang with the cats, knit, spin and maybe even sleep a bit! Wouldn't that be novel?
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Hopefully, I'm back in the groove and can push through this! I've decided not to blend the last few batts of this stuff with the metallic. I'm thinking about doing that lot as a two or three ply sock yarn and will need to spin it a heck of a lot finer than what I've got here. Shouldn't be a problem, but we will see what the mood is when I start. See? I'm learning not to back myself into a corner!!!
So, I was at the grocery store yesterday just before I went to pay my "car husbands." (I've decided that, since I'm supporting all these men in my life, I deserve some sort of status ) I noticed a higher percentage of males pushing carts than is normal. And, oddly enough, they were buying large amounts of wings. It registered and I got a bit panicky, thinking perhaps that I had missed a change in the normal celebration date of Mother's Day or something. Not so. It seems that there is some sort of football-related thing going on today. You would think that there would have been some kind of announcement about this, an advertisement, newspaper article...whatever. It certainly couldn't be that I was overly focused on my own issues. Nope, not me, me, ME! At any rate, I'm thinking that tonight's TV viewing might be affected. Perhaps this will lend itself to a bit more spinning time! I mean, it's not like I'm going to actually watch football!!!!!
I'm such a freakin' girl!!!!!
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Today's work took about an hour and a half. It also is going to cost me. I sort of expected this, to be honest, and I think that's part of the reason it was so easy for me to put this errand off for as long as I did. It looks like I'm going to need some work done on the suspension/steering as one of the bearings is just about done for. They assure me that I will not die (probably) if I wait until the school vacation in a couple of weeks. The estimate for this fix is right around $400.00. I did my best to explain to them that Dr. DeSade, DMD is looking to buy a trailer for the boat I just bought for him courtesy of my recent dental nightmare and that all of my funds are committed to that little project, but they would have none of it. They want my Sheepie little dollars just as much.
The good news here was that I did get quite a bit of uninterrupted knitting time in this morning. I brought The Great Shawl Experiment along for the Auto Fun Field Trip as it's pretty mindless and I made some good progress. There's no rush on this one:
There wasn't much time for knitting today given the testing. I managed to knock out a couple more rows on the shawl. I opted to leave the fingerless gloves home as they have not been nice to me and don't deserve a field trip. If they are good over the weekend, perhaps restrictions will be lifted. It's all about choices.
The plan tonight is to leave the knitting for the weekend proper and just hit the hay. I seriously need to get the oil changed in the truck and tomorrow is really the best day to do it. Then it's all about The Sheep, A wheel and a Big Bag 'o Fiber!!!!
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Last weekend, I promised myself I would spend more time dealing with this:
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Oh well, what are you gonna do? They're my babies and a parent "does" for her children. I'm just wondering when they will grow up, get lucrative jobs and support their aging mother in the manner to which she would like to be accustomed.
In less disgusting news, (and more related to the stated purpose of the blog), I have re-started my wild dance of multiple projects. My self-imposed restriction to nothing but the fingerless gloves has been lifted due to my loathing of dpns. Don't get me wrong, can do it, will do it, adore the seamlessness. But, I need, need, need something that just goes back'n forth. So, as I have absolutely no need for a shawl, nor an occasion to which I might wear one, I am knitting a shawl. Actually, I'm modifying a scarf pattern that I think will work if knit larger. Now when I say, "modifying" please don't get the idea that I am doing math-related activities, adjusting gauge and creating complicated charts and data tables, here. I'm just making it bigger. If it doesn't work...no harm, no foul. We'll see how she goes.
So, off I go to prepare a sumptuous feast of chicken hearts 'n liver with special spwinkles, make sure the right cat actually eats it and go all coma with Criminal Minds. I'm a super freak, people, a super freak!!!