Travelling Scarf, Part 3

I was nearly a week late, but on Friday, I sat down and did some knitting:

I think this scarf is amazing, and now I want to learn how to double-knit (look at the bottom panel - it's the Transformers logo! How delightfully geeky).

Also, I need to stop taking photos in my office. Believe me, the scarf was much nicer in person. I think I also need a new desk. That fake wood veneer is gross (the rest of the office isn't much nicer, but it is large).

Screw you, winter!

A mere 36 hours ago, this was mostly ce-ment pad and dead grass.

I am sorely tempted to move to the Cayman Islands and launder drug money. One more winter like this, and I will! (OK, I'm kidding, there's no need for woolly hand-knits in the Caribbean, so I won't go. But that doesn't mean I can't fantasize about it!)

Woolly and Wonderful

I managed to get away for a couple days, and it was heavenly. Good friends, good wine, lots of laughter.

And knitting. I really, really needed it.

I can only hope

I went out for dinner last night with a friend, and I forgot to eat my fortune cookie.

So I tossed it in my bag and forgot about it.

Fast forward to tonight: It's 10:30 and dinner is still in the oven. I'm starving. I see the fortune cookie sitting on the counter, where I had tossed it this morning.

You know how one is supposed to read a fortune.

Mine says, " Something special will happen at home soon..." in bed.

I can only hope that it doesn't mean another impressive hairball incident.

Kitty in a cupboard

I've got an hour and a half before I must be in bed, so I'm flying around the house, doing two loads of laundry (I'd only planned for one, but I arrived home to a massive amount of hairball on the sheets. No, I didn't make my bed this morning).

Unloading the dishwasher and putting the sink-full of dirty dishes into newly emptied dishwasher, making tomorrow's lunch, getting the coffee ready. Rush, rush, rush. I whip into the office to put away some papers, go back into the kitchen, and just as I'm about to close the cupboard door I left open, whoa! Cat!

Parker just loves to get into small spaces. It's a damn good thing he's cute, because otherwise, he'd be a street kitty.

24 hours to go

I wanna be sedated.



Yup, exam in 24 hours, and surprisingly, I feel OK, though I haven't done near the preparation I should have (though, with me, that's not unusual).

Today's plan is to take it easy, read the material, take some notes, and maybe do the practise exam and play with the multiple choice test bank.

I'm going to do my best to do as Bossman tells me, and just show off to the examiners how much I know. I have that attitude in every other area of my life, and exams shouldn't be any different.

As I type this, I realize that showing off in an exam situation is easier said than done.

But I'm going to try.

A bad simile

Like an unwanted, persistent suitor, winter keeps calling. I've tried screening my calls, not answering the door.

Some may think it's my fault, because I kept wearing all my cute hand-knits that are so much more comfortable when the weather is cold. Really, they say, I'm just a tart, and am asking for all this unwanted attention.

But really, is it my fault that I look smashing in a scarf and hat combo? I think not. I think it's perfectly natural to want to appear attractive and tidy.

And, it's not like I flirted outrageously with winter. I don't have skis or skates. Snowmobiling is right out, because careening through stubbly fields at 60 miles an hour lost its charm when I was about 16.

Furthermore, I've even tried pretending that winter doesn't exist, by forgoing long underwear and boots. Freaking winter doesn't care that I am under dressed.

I think winter may be a stalker, because no matter what I do, winter won't go away. Do you think changing my phone number would help?

From the heart-breaking to the ridiculous

It's been a really, really shitty week. I went to a funeral, which always sucks.

And I spent some time with a friend who really, really needed me. It's a disaster that is so awful that I don't want to even talk about it.

I'm used to solving problems and holding people when they cry. I don't even know where to begin with this one.

I hope bad things don't really happen in threes. I can't bear to think of what might happen next.

But! I have an exam in six days that I have not yet begun to prepare for. I went to the review class this afternoon, and had the fear of the examiners put into me. Which is fine. That happens at every review class.

The ridiculous was standing at the bus stop, making and returning phone calls, checking my email, and the drunk-ass vagrant behind me kept saying to whatever poor sap beside him, "Do you see her socks? Aren't those interesting socks? Excuse me, miss, where did you get your socks?"

At one point, I snapped, "I made them" and returned to my phone.

Then I heard, "Did you know that she made her socks? I don't know how she does that. It seems strange that she can make socks."

Poor me, we got on the same bus, and he asked if I would explain how I made my socks. I snarled, "I'm a knitter, and I've got other things on my mind!"

He left me alone.

Wine in a box

It is a happy day today, because my favourite cheap Canadian wine, Naked Grape is now available in a box.



I'm pouring myself a really, really large glass right now, because there's been just too much bad news this week.