hand eye crafts

This finish from last Sunday thrilled me, and a whole lot of other people. Then, through the week, I managed to finish three knitting projects: Granted, the shawl and the sweater were "just" blocking. . . I don't think anyone in the annals of knitting abhors  blocking as much as me.

After having a cavity filled yesterday morning, I stopped by Barnes & Noble to just look around.  I ran into a former student who works there, and we stopped to chat.  Except I had very, very, very  little to talk about.  My life is nothing, basically.  There is nothing happening. How do I change that when all is black?

My worst bouts of depression manifest themselves in the unquenchable thirst for sleep.  Even though the logical, educated part of my brain knows that what I'm feeling is  depression, and it would be possible to fight through, the despair is so overwhelming and deep that I can't move.  Sitting and staring is as far as I get, and the hopelessness consumes me.  If I can't get away from it, I'm certain that this time , it will swallow me whole.  So I sleep. Today, I have slept.

Last Friday, I had a few errands and appointments I had to take care of.  It was going to be the first day out of the house since the ice storm.  Though there were still substantial amounts of ice and snow in yards, streets were traversable.  I chose this sweater to wear: My mother made it.  The colors are purple, lime and white.  Which led me into her jewelry box to stare at this ring: . Daddy made it for her because, from top to bottom, it holds Briton's, mine and Hannah's birthstones: opal, amethyst, pearl.  A lovely idea for a Grandma, but a perplexing gift.  Daddy was intensely superstitious, and one of the most serious jewel superstitions is that no one should wear opals unless they are their birthstone.  Otherwise, they bring bad luck.  Why he had the ring made for her, whose birthstone was aquamarine. . .  It just had to be for the symbolism.  I don't know if she ever wore it. Friday morning, I decided to....

The sun came out yesterday and began stripping a lot of the ice from the trees and ground.  Almost like the whole storm didn't happen.  It's funny how that goes. . . (Those are the lights of Athens Proper in the distance there.)  The steps in the center photo?  I shoveled them off yesterday and there was a solid 4" of ice on each one.  The ice also extends onto the sidewalk and most of the driveway, as those parts of the house aren't ever in the sun.  In fact, when I took the dogs out this morning, Finn headed for the mailbox, and when I hit the sidewalk, well. . .  I hit the sidewalk.  Glasses went flying, left shoulder and the back of my head hit simultaneously.  It seems I clenched my teeth on the way down, too, as my left jaw is aching.  Frankly, I'm too old for that. Lots of people have so much more snow and bad weather than us --- hopefully, they're all safe and warm and have lots to keep them entertained....

Today is the 54th birthday I've had, and it has been such an unbirthday-feeling one.  Weather trumps age: Sleet, sleet and more sleet.  All day.  And still pelting down.  I know it looks like snow, but, trust me, it's solid ice.  Those columns, which would normally give me a place to steady myself as I went down the front steps, are coated.  Not to mention the steps themselves.  Fortunately, I still have power, and none of the big pines around the house have come down.  But this has meant no travel, no visit with, or from, Briton and Hannah.  No one to eat my birthday cake with me: But, on the other hand, it's been a snow day*, and I got all the cake to myself. I saved my KnitCrate envelope that arrived the other day so I'd have something to open today: Pretty, pretty, pretty merino, silk and possum  yarn, raw honey (which tastes heavenly) and chocolate tea.  I have yet to be disappointed in a KnitCrate sh...

. . . More winter weather is coming our way.  Ice, it would seem, which is multiple-times-over worse than snow.  Lots of schools and businesses are already closing tomorrow and  the next day,  though nothing at all is coming down right now. I had an appointment this morning for a teeth-cleaning, which I got in and out of rather quickly, but only after being told I needed a filling in one of my upper back teeth.  After that, I went to the grocery, and it was nuts .  Everybody is being hyper-reactive.  Me, I just wanted to get my Rice Krispies treats and bananas and come home.  And put on a comfortable shirt: I do have to get out tomorrow, weather permitting, to go to the endocrinologist.  And then go pick up my birthday cake.  (Yes, I buy my own birthday cake.  I have since Dale died.)   Then  I'm done with having to go out for a couple of days.   Any birthday plans depend on the ice that's supposed to b...