Monday, January 21, 2008

Meet You Half-Way

Between Friday's sick day and today's holiday, I have managed to score a four day weekend.  Sure, the being sick part sort of took some of the "wheeee factor" out of it.  But it is still nice to pretend that I am a lady of leisure who can afford to stay home and indulge her whims rather than being who I am: a working gal who needs the paycheck to feed the yarn/frozen pizza habit.

Today is the final day of the fantasy, though.  Accordingly, I planned for how I was going to use the last few precious hours of freedom.  And, in typical fashion, the promises I made myself were met.  Sort of...

The first step in the Master Plan was to arise early.  This would not only give me more time for the doing of stuff but would also help with my getting up on time tomorrow.  I've been rather indulgent with the sleeping over the last few days, I fear.  And I really did get up nice and early in spite of mis-setting the alarm clock for a p.m. awakening rather than the a.m. variety.

However, getting out of bed was more about answering the call of my yodeling digestive system rather than adhering to any sort of schedule.  Whatever it was that I ate yesterday that was out to get me did a fine job of staging a surprise attack in the early morning hours.  The happy news is that the whole yucky tummy thing was very short-lived and the day was not lost.  Plus, I was up super early so I was really on track with the plan.

The next thing I promised myself was that I would gas up the truck and then return home without stopping anywhere that might lead to the spending of cash earmarked for food and shelter.  But, I had to go to the drugstore to get more of the tummy soothing medicine and they have all sorts of fun things at the drugstore.  I got a new lint shaver thingie!  How have I ever lived without a lint shaver thingie?  Sure, I spent more money than I intended and actually forgot to by the tummy medicine after frolicking amongst the labor saving devices in the drugstore.  But, I have a lint shaver thingie...

In deference to my aching hands, I decided to set aside the knitting today and break out the spinning wheel.  I promised myself that I would spin.  Spinning must happen.  I dutifully oiled the wheel and set the basket of fiber beside it in a tantalizing manner.  Surely this would help me to resist the lure of the baby knits!  Of course the oil needed to "settle" a bit.  It wouldn't do to have under-settled oil in the wheel.  I figured I could just knit one or two rows on the baby sweater while I waited.  What harm could there be in that?

I knit almost the whole body.  I knit and attached a sleeve.  I knit half of another sleeve.  I have not spun an inch today.  I comfort myself with the thought that the day is not technically over and that there might still be time to whirl the wool.  I have no qualms about lying to myself if it makes me feel better.

Knowing that I needed to sleep tonight if tomorrow is going to be a bearable day back in the classroom, I swore to myself that I would not nap.  Napping is going to make sleeping tonight very, very challenging.  Napping must not happen.  It would be a huge mistake...

Except that I was up really early with the yodeling tummy and all.  Really, really early.  And I didn't have the best of examples to follow.




Napping is catching.  It's like a virus, really...


Then there was the cleaning I was supposed to do.  It's best to not discuss it.  I blame the fact that the Sci-Fi Channel was running a Tru Calling marathon and I am always sort of helpless in the face of marathon television.  I managed to clean the general area around where I was sitting by heaving things that shouldn't be there in the direction of the wastebasket, though.  I'm counting that.  I even dusted the coffee table with a tissue.  At least the part I could reach from the couch...

Somehow, I don't really feel all that badly about my failings today.  I enjoyed my last day of relaxation.  Sure, I have confirmed my suspicions that I will never be entrusted with the running of a Fortune 500 company and am now positive that I should not be the one to deliver transplant organs for a living.  I'm OK with that.  I wasn't really planning on doing any of those things anyway.

I'm good at relaxing.  One should go with one's strengths.

SA

16 comments:

crzjane said...

Good to hear you are up and about. You did the most important thing today. Relaxing. Dusting is something that will always need to be done.
At the rate you are going you will have all the wee ones in Maine dressed in handknit sweaters! Good for you!

Knitting Linguist said...

Definitely. Congratulations on playing to your strong suit today! I hope your tummy is feeling better (although the ability to be distracted by lint shavers would suggest that it is? on the other hand, shiny objects are always distracting)! Good luck tomorrow.

trek said...

Number Guy thinks I need a good role model for learning how to relax. I pick you.

Kath said...

Go with what you know I always say!
(I missed a Tru Calling marathon? Darn it!)

Beth said...

I love the part about dusting with a tissue. That's something I'd do. Unfortunately, tissues can be really linty...

The BFK's bed looks so comfy, no wonder she fell asleep. She's so cute.

Lazuli said...

Sounds like you had a nice day! The cat had a nice one, too, it looks like!

Lynne said...

You had a lovely day's rest; that's what counts!

http://2hot2knit.blogspot.com

Julie said...

Sounds like a good day to me; I didn't get a thing done all day!

Anonymous said...

It sounds to me like you did the right thing. You've been sick so relaxing was the way to go. You wouldn't want to relapse.
Karen
http://nothingbutknit.blog-city.com/

Mia said...

I'm with ya sheepie. Yesterday was a very good day for the napping.

And now it's Tuesday ::sigh::

Anne said...

OMG - I LOVE the daintily extended furry toe over the edge of the bed photo. That pretty much sums it up, doesn't it? :)

Leigh said...

So sorry to hear you've been under the weather. All those baby knits are just adorable however! I don't blame you for setting spinning aside for the moment. Those little things are just too cute to resist!

Lorraine said...

Dang - now I have the jones to knit one of those baby sweaters - like I don't have enough UFO's around here. That whole Maine Morning Mitt thing is your fault, too.

Oh, btw, hope you're feeling 100% better.

Sheila said...

That picture makes me want to rub my face in that fluffy tummy.

Thanks for the advice on fundraising!

I think that in light of your very recent cold, you may have over-done it yesterday. This is just my opinion (of course I am a nurse if that carries any weight), but the more rest the better. You know, to prevent a relapse. In the end, you may have saved yourself from more sick days. Such a wise Sheep.

The Kelly Green Rogue said...

I agree! Sounds like you need another day of relaxation just to be sure you're really getting better! :)

kmkat said...

Just think what a better place the world would be if all those old men that keep declaring war/famine/genocide would instead follow your Sheepie example and relax. You are inspiring, really...