My, it’s been an eventful week, although NOT for my knitting, which is only showing creeping-crawling progress. *sniffle* These are typical stories of my life:
Tooth Story — I had joined a craft book club, greedy gal that I am, for the cool knitting books whose titles I just couldn’t resist. The box got here on Tuesday, and it was a nice surprise when the box also contained a sample of one of those calcium chews. Yum-yum, orange flavored. One chew into it, and I was pulling out a calcium-enriched blob with one of my dental crowns attached. (Hint: Never look in the mirror at what remains in your mouth after a crown pops off. Eech!) My mother lives with my family, so the next morning I was yelling up the stairs to tell her that I’d be away from the office that afternoon because I had an appointment to repair the crown I’d lost the previous night. There was a puzzled silence, and then she said, “Where did you get a crown?”
(From the throne room, where I keep my scepters and tiaras.) But I popped that thought bubble ruthlessly.
Soccer Story — Enjoyed yesterday afternoon’s soccer practice, watching my little gal charge back and forth across the field. She’s got the attention span of a gnat sometimes, so she kept diligently guarding her opponent without paying any attention to that pesky soccer ball that kept interrupting her efforts by sailing by. Still, she was doing better than a teammate, who got her shoes so tangled up in the soccer net that she ended up sprawled on her back and needing rescue.
Sofa Story — I was madly typing away last night, sending my knitting guild’s newsletter out, and also trying to listen to TV when I noticed that I was having to adjust the volume upwards every few minutes. There was another person snoring in the vicinity — my dear hubby. He was stretched out VERY comfortably on the chaise end of our big sectional sofa.
“Uh, honey — don’t you think you’d be more comfortable upstairs in bed?” (hint, hint) “Uh, HONEY?”
“(yawn) Mmm-hmm, I’m going up in a minute …. (zzzzzz).”
A few minutes later as I mentally compare his snoring to a blender (too tame), an ice crusher (perhaps a bit too harsh) and a lawnmower starting up (that one’s close), I try again. He once again reassures me that he is on the very BRINK of getting up. I think his snoring begins again before he finishes the sentence. I sigh and crank the volume up a bit more — why keep torturing the guy?
I finally tucked in on the other end of the sectional to wait him out. This morning, I wake up to find him gone, his afghan neatly folded and his glass (not mine) put in the sink. But he has thoughtfully turned my Ott light off.
This morning: Now I think I’ll take another look at the Tinky Brown Hairball Afghan to see why there were only three stitches where there should have been four on one of the diamonds in my last row. Grrr.
This afternoon: One hour and near gale-force winds later (er, that’s the weather outside — not Dear Hubby’s snoring), I have to say “Woo-hoo! The Fusions are now 4-0!” (Thus speaks the Soccer Mom.)
This evening: I tinked two rows and the problem solved itself. And now I can proudly proclaim that I’ve gotten to row 57 on the Tinky Brown Hairball Afghan — YES! In more excellent news, I’ve found the cable that connects my digital camera to my laptop, so I can post pictures. In a typical development, I have also discovered that the USB port on this dratted computer is now … broken.
Technology taunts me.
Technorati Tags: lost crown, dental crown, Caitlyn, Memphis Knitting Guild, MKG, hubby, snoring, Tinky Brown Hairball Afghan, knitblog, LoopyKnits.com, Carolyn Bahm
It was a *gorgeous* afternoon as I watched my younger girl take her first loss on the soccer field. Meanwhile, I took a few surreptitious stitches on my afghan. I will work on my knitting some more this evening if the folks in my house will *ever* go to sleep. Caitlyn lovingly decorated my hair and decided I needed a silver pipecleaner and pink feather tiara for tonight’s ensemble at the keyboard. So I am clearly ready for any occasion.
Entries (RSS)