Knittin' like a Motherfucker

I have knitted a lot of stuff. Like, a scarf, which I created mostly at the bedside of my dying father, sitting in ICU with a dusty rose color being rib stitched as the rows grew and our hopes dwindled.
My niece and nephew were kind enough to get me some cheerful orange and yellow yarn. Reminds me of big bird.
My niece bought me gray yarn to make her fingerless gloves and a scarf. Done with a glove, no thumb yet, and more to come.
I miss my dad.

Back

My dad is in icu with pneumonia and life has been pretty horrific in that glacier moving down the mountain way.
Just waiting, for cultures to come back, for procedures to be done, for things to happen, dads to get better, moms to relax and life to go on.

A scarf!

Am I really going to do a scarf? I think I am. I sort of hate them but I need something really mindless and different from a hat.
Finished James' hat, working on Casey's. I love that lavender, orchid color. I am going to make a checkered band I think.

Aran

I think Aran knitting is beautiful, and every time I work on something cream colored I think of it. I am cabling James' hat and next up adding a half inch to Greg's, because I couldn't stand it otherwise.
I liked getting off at 9 last night. Don't know why. It just felt weird and unnatural. So glad I don't come in any earlier. I don't know.

I love HATS!

I am still not tired of hats. I'm working on a white one for Tahmra's man James, who is a real sweetie. I think it'll look great on him, and I want to cable it all fancy like. Though the scarf is simple. I am having a hard time telling different shades of cream/white/ecru/eggshell or whatever ivory, beige, off-white are. It's kind of sad. And red gets me. Is it crimson, vermilion, rust, raspberry? It's red. Ok?
Today I start 1-9 and I am as nervous as a schoolgirl. I keep thinking, this will be a new era in productivity!
I worry about eating late- I already aim for a light snack after work, instead of a big meal. But now, going in at 1pm, I'll have to get used to an earlier large meal and keep to a plain sandwich or yogurt or crackers after work. Who knows, I might start an exercise regime! It could happen. Maybe.
I do need to hit the elliptical trainer. I bought it. It's in there. I have a damn i-Pod, to make it interesting. Why don't I get off my butt and do it now, or even at 1am when I used to be home getting ready for bed? Because I am so lazy. I have to face it. I am a slug. Maybe I can do something about that. Slinking by on the bare minimum, knitting all the time is no way to go through life.
But I have all these hats I have to make....

Victim of Changes

Ah! Ah! My last day on 4-midnight. I am deeply conflicted, both because I don't know how I'll like another shift, and I adapt poorly to change. Or let's say, I hate change, but I seem to get over it fast. I don't feel like I'll be sad and miserable at work, but it wont be the same and that's the bad part. I am praying that I do like my new shift, but my skepticism is un-budge-able.
It's nice out and I'm not doing much- looking at my knitting pile. Only a little more pathetic than my sewing pile.
God I need to get a life.

Good Deeds

I try to be a decent person, mostly due to a Christian upbringing, guilt and all, and I especially try to help my folks out. I vacuumed yesterday, then rode nearly 4 hours home, then had to sweep and mop my own home due to a puppy related incident that involved Angus and Chloe escaping their enclosure and going on a rampage. Good to report my first reaction to seeing the carnage- or rug-age, as it was mostly a rug of Blackie's, was to laugh.
But my back hurt when I was finished and it's killing me now, too. Rats! Couple days ought to settle it down.
Next trip dogs are scheduled for outdoors! Except Blackie, who is good. He must have been totally freaked out by the puppies tearing stuff up. Of course he would never help them. Never!