A Saturday

Apparently, some parts of Georgia got snowfall today.  Nothing here.  Completely unfair.

One week out from my acupuncture treatment.  I've had a headache every day (but two) since.  I'm doing as much as I can with the new dietary requirements, but can't, and really don't plan to, switch over wholly.  More fruits and vegetables, not a problem.  All the fermented stuff?  A bit more problematic.  And, as much as I try, I just cannot drink the amount of water she suggested.  I'm drinking more than I used to, but not near as much as I'm "supposed to."  Did you know each person is supposed to drink, in ounces, half their body weight in water every day.  Not that 8-glasses-a-day rule.  That's outdated and uncool.

Some random sentences generated by this artist's book I'm following:

"A stitch is dropped --- the sweater won't be born."

"The fan spins clockwise, moving air around."

"From nose to knees, there's too much me, and

My eyes have darkened taking in the view."

  

And one poem:

The river to the ocean runs,

The brook becomes the sea.

The pounds stack up until they're tons,

An acorn yields a tree.

How true, some great things start out small

And never dream the day

That growth will overtake them,

And Fate will have his way.

Stump

For some reason, both our dogs have been whining all day long.  It has driven me insane.  Rupert, in particular, has been persistent with his shrill yodel.  I have no idea what the problem/issue is, I just know I have a column of agony in the right side of my brain drilled from the top of my head down to my top teeth.

My psychiatrist refused altering my medications, though I begged him to.  He said, firstly, I am taking so many things, trying to pinpoint exactly what to change and how much would be almost impossible to do.  I can understand that, but I NEED HELP.  His answer was that since depression is such an isolating disease, I need to get out and with other people as much as possible.  I told him that I volunteer once a week, and have my knitting group every other week.  Nice "start," he said.  Add one more activity before the year is over was what he sent he me away with.

I could have punched him in the throat.  I am so angry and so tired and so devoid of hope.  And I am now in physical pain, which I trust will be lessened by a massage tomorrow afternoon.  (It is agonizing to even knit.)  I am running wholly and completely out of ideas here.

Oooops

Whilst noodling around last night,

trying to get the hang of creating the

polls we need, and attempting to put

pictures with those polls, I wiped out 

yesterday's post.  Its three salient

points were that the Knitters' Chick

brackets are all done, voting starts 

Monday, and the Top Four Chick seeds

are Samantha Bee, Rashida Jones

Meryl Streep and Sofia Vergara.

I've been re-noodling this morning, and the 

layout of the system is going to have to be

different than in the past.  The photos of the 

  nominees will go here, and the places to

 vote will be in the sidebar.

          Done with the first half of the men's draw;

               gotta get back to business!  Will tell you those seeds later today.

Wings That Work*

I have fallen in love with Wingspan the way everyone else fell in love with Clapotis a few years back. I never made a Clapotis, but am now on my second Wingspan.  It's such a great knit for me --- not tons of details to keep up with, but enough shaping to keep it interesting.

While I was away last week, and spent some time on the computer, I found a couple of websites that list Sociology instructor vacancies across the country.  Four were good for me, distance-wise, so I put together four application packets and sent them away.  Maybe something will come from one of them.

If not, I just make more Wingspans!



*Title a slight bastardization of the brilliant Berkeley Breathed's A Wish for Wings That Work.

This May Be An Age Thing

But when did people stop being quiet at the movies?  Did I miss some edict which lessened the degree of common courtesy one shows in public?

And the thing is, I don't even go to that many movies!  But when I do go, there are people just yakking away like they own the place.  Well, kiddos, you don't.

My one rule for my children --- all of their lives --- when we went out in public was, "Act like you've been somewhere before."

Some folks need remediation.