Thursday, February 28, 2008

GAWD -- What A Bore

I refer to myself.

The Annual Passing of Another Year came and went. I am now 58 years old. Emphasis on old. This is the first time I have felt this way. No enthusiasm, no energy, vim & vigor are in hibernation. Little to say and less desire to make the effort. I feel like an old, old woman.
This, too, shall pass. At least I hope so.

Part of this, I am sure, is a result of inactivity due to a cracked rib (how this happened is too embarrassing to relate). Not much one can do about this besides just letting it heal on its own. And try not to sneeze.

On the other hand, I have a little knitting to report.

-- 2 Ball Band Dishcloths in Lily Sugar N Cream
-- Carrying bag for my yoga mat in Moda Dea Tweedle Dee Cinnamon Twist (this stuff stretches like crazy, so the bag now also holds the yoga strap and the yoga block).

In process are the following

-- "Devonshire" from Jean Frost's Jackets, using Ramwool aran in a lovely brown heather from stash. This design was originally done in three colors, but I think it will be lovely in the one. Very elegant.
-- Man's Dickey from Paton's "Men" in Woolease from stash.

Plans to start the Paton's Must Have cardigan as soon as I check for possible candidates in the stash area. Like thousands of other people, I was very taken by Yarn Harlot's posts on this sweater, and now I Must Have It.

I really admire knitters who have their stash organized, boxed, and available. I have seriously thought of doing this, it would make a lot of sense and would save me much pain and suffering. But it just isn't me. For me, it's the thrill of the hunt.

2 comments:

Janet said...

Aaawww! C'mon! Tell us how you cracked your rib! I'm sure it's a good story.

Seriously, I hope it heals soon and the pain goes away.

Jeannie said...

If you insist. Ahem. There is a partially downed elm tree in my backyard, right next to the back corner of the fence. The two little dogs figured out a way to climb this tree and get over the fence into two different neighbors' yards. I do not like to be considered a nuisance by these very nice people. One morning I let the dogs out and was watching to call them back if they entered the forbidden zone. Brando was up that tree trunk in nothing flat, so I ran across the yard, lunged to catch him, and slammed into the tree trunk at the same time that I grabbed him by the tail, dragged him back down the tree trunk by the tail, held him upsidedown by the tail until I could hook a finger into his collar. Did it hurt him? I don't really care. Serves the little bastard right.

Not much of a story.