Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Pop Goes The Sheepie

I'd had my eye on the weather reports since yesterday.  Hence, I knew that there would be some tricky driving this morning.  But, I am nothing if not wholeheartedly devoted to teaching the children of America and fully planned on braving whatever Mother Nature saw fit to hurl upon us.  

Someday, they'll make a movie about me.  

Still, I wasn't all that disappointed to hear a two hour delay announced in order to see if we couldn't maybe get a bus or two on site without incident.  There was more of the white stuff involved than was called for and sleet was soon to follow.  Plus, this meant that I could enjoy my morning coffee and breakfast sandwich from the comfort of my couch rather than the driver's seat and that made me pretty darned happy.

So happy, in fact, that I gave a nice, long, contented stretch from my seat on that couch.  And that's when it happened.  When I tell the story in real life tomorrow, I shall probably say that I actually heard the, "pop."  That can't really be true.  But, I certainly did feel it.

I almost hate to admit that this isn't the first time this has happened.  In truth, it has happened a couple of times.  And from the same exact spot on the couch, now that I think about it.  Apparently, this is where my aged body likes to fail me.  And it always happens the same way.  There is the moment where I realize that something has popped in a way that it really shouldn't.  I wait.  Nothing happens.  I get cocky.  I think I've gotten away with my haphazard use of contented stretching.  And then reality sets in.  Or, as I like to call it, The Cold, Creeping Clench.  It starts low in the back, gripping and twisting gleefully.  Then it travels up a bit, all the while maintaining a death grip on whatever muscles happen to be in its path.  I can't even breathe for a minute...

There is no getting around it.  I am too old for such vigorous activities as stretching.  Sometimes I forget that.  I think that I am youthful and spry, that I can leap tall buildings and maybe even touch my toes should the need ever arise.  I'm kind of a hopeful Sheepie that way.

It's a temporary Clench, thankfully.  With the liberal application of heat and over-the-counter pain killers, I'm good to go in a few hours.  Assuming, that is, I don't do anything crazy like turn to the right or try to visit the restroom.  (As of this writing, we are in fine form and only a little bit stiff.)

Happily, the phone was within easy reach of my now rigid self and I could call the school to report my absence for the day.  The computer was also already turned on as I was double-checking the delayed start times so I could email my Cheerful Teaching Assistant and give her some helpful tips for getting through the shortened day.  Then I sat for a few hours.  

This was probably all for the best as it is my understanding that the roads were really quite hideous for much of the morning.  It would not have been a fun commute and probably too long for someone who would have gone into spasms should she have a need to check the side mirrors.  

The day of rest from my paying labors was not wasted, however.  I got to spend some time reading and finished "Duma Key."  This means that I can sleep again without all that tossing and turning and wondering how it will all come out.  I also spent some quality time with "New Pathways For Sock Knitters" and am giving serious thought to erecting some sort of shrine to Cat Bordhi.  She can't be human.  She was clearly placed on this earth to show us a higher path.  

I, on the other hand, do not walk a higher path and will never inspire wool wranglers to reach new heights.  But, I did finish another baby sweater.  With the demise of two baby blankets over the weekend, I was desperate to do something in crochet as part of my parade of wee, tiny things.  Thus, I threw caution to the wind, crocheted a bunch of shapes that seemed to mimic a small person and came up with this:


Crocheted Baby Sweater For Long-Armed Babies


Hey, the kid could have long arms, right?  If not, Niece Sheep is quite stylish.  It isn't too much of a stretch to think that her son will have the ability to roll up his sleeves in a casual and rakish manner incorporated into his DNA.  I need to believe this so let's all just go with one of those theories, 'kay?

In addition to being long of sleeve, this is something of a "sturdy" sort of garment.  In single crochet and of worsted weight acrylic, it is built to withstand the ages.  If the little feller ever happens to find himself in need of a bullet-proof vest, I am pleased to report that he will have one close to hand.  Plus, how much do babies need to move around anyway?  It's not like they have to conduct orchestras or direct traffic on a regular basis, after all.  A heavy sweater isn't going to be a hinderance to someone who doesn't have to walk to work.  

All in all, I rather like it.  It has a button.  I normally don't place buttons all that well and this one is in the right spot so I'm happy.  It's going into the "finished" pile and that's that.  

So, you see, it wasn't a wasted day at all.  Sure, I couldn't move for a couple of hours and the Big, Fluffy Kitty wasn't all that thrilled by the state of her litter box or by being awakened periodically by my Spasm Squeals.  But, I managed to make lemonade out of the lemons so I send out a hearty, "Neener-Neener" to Karma and her latest attempt at thwarting my good humor.  

Which I shall need.  The wild weather is going to be back tomorrow afternoon.  Same stuff, different day.  And no well-timed Creeping Clench to save me from the exciting commute...

SA

14 comments:

Kath said...

BFK was probably trying to remind you that stretching is her area of expertise, and you shouldn't have been trying to compete with her.

Beth said...

I'm sorry to hear you're hurting. It is a good thing you didn't drive. It's strange how a little stiffness wrecks driving ability. I had a stiff neck today and couldn't park right all day.

That bullet-proof vest comment was terrific! You are too funny. :)

By the way, my word verification letters are "zbmes." Doesn't that look a lot like jumbled "zombies?"

trek said...

Did you watch the BFK today for Handy Tips to Succesful Stretching? Or maybe Fluid Movement for Mammals?

Sorry about the Spasm of Great Proportion today - but I must say that as I was reading, I was wondering how you were describing my own occasional Right Hip Quit Interludes.

Alwen said...

pssst, shh shh shh!

I have found that it's usually dangerous to "Neener-Neener" Karma -- hope you said that verry quietly!

Yarnhog said...

I knitted a baby "dress" out of kitchen cotton that could easily have doubled as a bulletproof smock. I laughed out loud when I finished it, and sent it off anyway to the very proper, polite, Southern mama who would never dare to point out that her baby would surely collapse under the sheer weight of the thing.

I hope your back is better tomorrow.

crzjane said...

Happy to hear you are feeling better. There’s nothing worse than a side-lined Sheepie.
That baby sweater is so very cute. You definitely have a talent in the wee knitting arena.
Good luck with the commute tomorrow.

Knitting Linguist said...

I'm sorry to hear about your back! I hope it's feeling much much better before tomorrow's hideous commute. I also hope your t-shirt stayed clean so you can wear it again :) Loving the wee bitty knitting, btw.

Ronni said...

Owww! I hope you feel much better soon. In my book, the only thing worse than hurting yourself stretching is my more common trick - hurting yourself sleeping. I mean I ask you, is there anything more embarrassing than saying, "uh, I did it sleeping" that doesn't involve "adult themes" or potty humor?

Brandie said...

sorry about the back spasm. Hope tomorrow is better and that the storm holds off until you make it home!

mehitabel said...

Stretching is definitely not a good thing to do. When I stretch my hamstrings too far, they twang into a cramp the likes of which make childbirth seem like a picnic. Which it wasn't. Take my word for it. At least you have a baby sweater. And long arms are good in a sweater: babies always need to have their hands covered or they scratch themselves, or their caregivers.
Good luck with the "weather" tomorrow. Can you send some my way??

Julie said...

Sounds like we are going to have a few more storms before the week is done. I'm moving!

I love the bullet proof baby sweater and think you should write up the pattern.

I hope your back is back to normal today; take it easy with the big stretches!

Mia said...

Oh Sheepie! Who knew a person could get injured just from a good stretch?!

You finished DK!? I'm about in the middle.. so exciting! I think I'm gonna try to read it under my desk today :)

Anonymous said...

Very cute sweater there. I'm glad your day was productive. Sorry to hear you had to have pain to get that day off. Hope you're feeling better.
Karen
http://nothingbutknit.blog-city.com/

Cursing Mama said...

Pop is only a good thing when it is attached to the words diet and coke. Glad to hear that you are in a state of motion today.