Restless Knitter

Things change with time, yet they don’t

A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at a red light, watching the cars with the green light pass in front of me. I noticed that over half of the people that passed before me were talking on their cell phones. Why I’ve thought so much about this, I don’t know. What happened to the days where, when we left our homes, we also left the phone at home? I did a lot more thinking about this than I will put into words here and I’ll spare you all the random crap that I considered.

When my DD’s were little, I swore they had internal antennas of some sort. It didn’t matter what they were doing, whether it be playing outside, at the neighbors, napping, anything, if I got on the phone there they were. Mommymommymommy she did this, she did that, I want this, I want that, I’m hungry, look at my doll, etc. Those days are long gone for me, but will soon begin for them.

(I swear I’m going somewhere with this, and it’s almost knitting related. So far we’ve established a)If you’re cell phone is on, people can reach you where ever you happen to be. b)Some people have internal antennas that deal with phone usage. Still with me?)

Are those days of internal antennas really long gone for me? No, and I’ll tell you why. We’ve found that my husband also has an antenna. His is of the different sort. His is the “my wife is about to spend money” sort. I was in the yarn shop today setting my intended purchase on the counter **RING**. This isn’t the first time this has happened. I can call the man 10 times and not get a callback. But let me step one foot in a store with the intent of spending money, especially if it’s a yarn shop, and he calls! I kid you not, there have been very few times that I’ve gone to a yarn shop without him calling. The times he didn’t call were when I wasn’t planning on buying anything. It even happens if I’m seriously thinking about pushing the [Continue to Checkout] button online. He says he feels a little tickle to call me. I’m assuming the tickle is in the buttcheek that his wallet rests on.

I’ve got the 3rd strip of the baby blanket done and have started the 4th.  It sounds much closer to being done when I say 3 strips down 2 to go, rather than 21 blocks down 14 to go.

The weather has been gorgeous lately. I’m positive all the really cold stuff is gone because last week I saw a mosquito and a butterfly, multiple times. What kind of meanie would Mother Nature be to smack us with more cold and kill the pretty butterfly? With the warmer weather comes thoughts of summer knits. I’ve been thinking of Ribby Shell thoughts, but I’m also tempted by the yellow tank in the latest Knit Simple. The Knit Simple tank calls for Classic Elite Star. Me and wavy yarns don’t get along so I’d have to do some substituting there. I should really concentrate on finishing the blanket first though. If I start something else, that thing will never get done. I know myself too well.

Around 2 weeks ago, Bella became extremely interested in her left hind foot. At first I thought she was just doing her normal licky thing. The dog isn’t happy unless she’s licking something, anything, usually me, ick. But this was going beyond her normal obsession with all things lickable. This wasn’t a simple giving the foot a bath lick. It looked like she wasn’t going to be happy until she ate the foot right off her leg. On closer inspection, one of the little pads was red and looked like it had 2 little puncture wounds. Of course, you take the dog to the vet and those disappear and the foot looks almost normal but not normal enough to not treat it. They gave her 10 days of a mild antibiotic, thinking she’d stepped on something and maybe a splinter or some such was still in there and gotten infected. I took her back to the vet last week because she came in one morning and her foot was bleeding. Again, by the time I get her to the vet, they can’t see where it would be bleeding from. “Finish the meds because it can take up to 14 days for things to clear up.” The meds are finished, it’s been 14 days, and now we have this:

A white lump with a rough dark spot. Between that little pad and the bottom one, there’s some dark spots that looks like dried blood, but it’s not. I don’t think this qualifies as a DeFeets of Cuteness so we’ll be making another trip to the vet today.

Because I’m 5, I couldn’t resist picking up this little $1 pot at Target. Look Ma, I’m going to grow a 10 foot Sunflower in a 2 inch pot. I also bought one to grow Forget Me Nots.

I said I was bored, not that I was giving up. The pattern has a picture that shows what colors go where but I’m not using it so every time I pick this up, I go through the process of trying to decide what color combo to use for the next block. I could have substituted my colors for their colors and used their suggestions in that way but that would have been too easy. How hard can it be to pick two colors out of the bag and use them? Well, it’s not hard, it was just driving me crazy trying to make sure I wasn’t going to end up with too much of one color in an area. Enough of that. I used Excel to make colored squares and made my own color chart. It’s making it much easier on my brain, at least for that last square. I r so smaht. (Now if I’ll just stick to it.)

I know y’all are waiting with bated breath. We got an offer. It sucked. We countered. They thought it sucked. Georgia is going to have to put up with me for a little while longer.

I don’t know what to say to this. I’m not trying to make fun, I’m really not, because I think it was a serious request. At the same time, I can’t help but think what the ….

My answer to everything lately has been “Because I’m 5″. At least I’m getting younger.

The 12 or so year old neighbor girl pissed me off (also known as hurt my feelings a little bit) a couple of weeks ago and because I’m 5 I opened the door and told her she could stop cutting through my yard. Loudly.

Her mother caught me outside yesterday and insisted on (trust me, I tried to get away) talking to me about us moving. Because I’m 5 I told her what her daughter had done and also told her that I yelled at her kid because I’m 5. Her daughter told her it wasn’t her, but I set mom straight. Really, I was to the point that I could’ve let it all go (I had to work hard at that because I can hold a grudge, even against a tween *sigh*) but then something else happened and it got me going again so tattle on the kid I did. Because I’m 5.

Someone came back for a 2nd look at the house and I got my hopes up because I’m 5. I also bought more decorating magazines (I had to go somewhere while people were looking at the house and Borders is where I happened to land) than I needed to but I’m sure a 5 year old couldn’t afford what I spent. Thinking positive by planning on decorating the next house, see? I also bought knitting magazines. I got an email from Borders this morning saying that because I’d spent so freaking much in the month of March (Hi, it’s only the 4th) that I get a 10% off shopping day. I could’ve used that before I spent that much money on mags. Now I have to buy more. Bummer.

Same people came back again today without their kids (3rd times a charm? Please!) and I did a happy dance because I’m 5. (First day was mom and small children. Second day was to bring the hubby to look.) I’ve probably jinxed any chance of an offer with the happy dance. Add the magazine overload and I’m double jinxed. Then I will cry because I’m 5.

I’m bored with the blanket. I’m sure it’s because I’m 5. Play with a toy for a little bit and get bored.

I could go on with more because I’m 5 stories but I think I’ve bored you enough for today.