Knot Knitting. Wresting Wrist.

As I've mentioned before in one or another of my Things That Are Falling Apart Before My Very Eyes posts, my wrist hurts sometimes.  Today was one of those "sometimes."  I know that I joked yesterday about the Invisibility Shawl's possible evil intentions and designs upon my well-being, but I honestly didn't think it was true.

Yet, it seems that it really is out to get me.  I have knit to the point of wrist-wrelated wrong-doing.  It is a wee bit swollen and certainly stiff.  Perhaps sitting and knitting for hours at a stretch is not a good idea for one of such advanced years as myself.  

So today, in the interest of continued progress and possible project completion, I took a little break.  I'll try again tonight and, in between bouts of tax-filing, keep at it during the work week.  Who knows?  I may finish this thing yet...

This is my overly complicated and far too wordy way of saying that I got nuthin' fer ya today.  Not one fibery thing of interest.  I spun a bit.  But not enough to show a picture of something that looks any different from what I've already shown you.  So I am at a loss.  I'll have to look elsewhere for inspiration...

How about the kitchen?  Oh, now close your mouths.  I can cook.  Seriously.  I just don't do it all that often, is all.  But lately, circumstances have dictated that I be a bit more frugal with the dollars and it is certainly more cost efficient to make things from scratch sometimes than it is to purchase it already done for you.  

We all  know my love of the frozen pepperoni pizza.  I pretty much live on it.  It's kind of like cooking.  The oven is on, anyway.  Heating up frozen pizza has been my definition of cooking for a while.  However,  I used to make it myself many moons ago.  I've been practicing a bit over the past couple of weeks.  It's not the same as my beloved frozen variety...

But, I've finally gotten it round-shaped.  This is progress!

As long as I've got pizza for the weekend, I'm good.  Usually.  Today, however, I had a yen for some ice cream.  But, I was kind of full from all the pizza so I wasn't feeling much like going out.  I had clearly discernible garlicky essence about me and a dusting of parmesan around my mouth.  I wasn't exactly a vision of loveliness.  Or good hygiene.  I figured that, for the sake of the community, I'd stay in and make a quick version of the frozen goodness:

With chocolate chips.  Because it was the right thing to do.

I hadn't done this in years and years.  It was kind of fun, really.  Some half 'n half, vanilla, sugar and chips in a bag shaken up while surrounded by ice and salt...suddenly you have ice cream!  It's like a five minute miracle!  Is it as creamy and smooth as gourmet dairy treats?  Why, no.  No it is not.  For that you have to go visit Mommy Sheep because she makes the best ice cream ever.  But I lack her patience (and an ice cream maker) so this quick fix is a good alternative.  And all that shaking burns one or two of the impending ice cream calories.  I sort of felt like I was at summer camp.  I almost started toasting marshmallows and writing my name in my underpants.  

So there's the day.  The Invisibility Shawl beat me down for a short bit, but I think I'll be able to make a comeback.  And there was pizza, spinning and ice cream to fill the void.  All in all, I think that the shawl and I are kind of even.

Even if we aren't, pizza and ice cream are good for wrists and even better for the disposition.  I'm certain of this.  

SA