hand eye crafts

I'm guessing there's a time in every house that is "too late" for the phone to ring.  If it does ring, you get that "uh-oh" feeling, wondering if there's very bad news on the other end of the line.  Last night, my phone rang "too late," and the ring tone was Hannah's.  My first thought was that Klunk had had a setback, and when I realized she was crying, was almost certain that was it. She was scared.  What was happening in Atlanta was terrifying her.  She didn't know what to do. Since she doesn't drive, she had no way to get away if she felt she needed to.  Although all of the worst things were happening quite a way from her, who knew how quickly things would change and move. We talked for as long as it took for her to calm down a bit, to get a plan for if she did --- or didn't --- have to go to work today.  I told her to call back if she didn't start feeling better.  I told her I'd come see her today if she wa...

The bruises and stiffnesses and stove-up-ness have been the target of ibuprofen, but today, this had to be added to the mix: Lots of clouds around in recent days, but not a whole lot of rain.  My sinuses don't care. This is my washing machine now.  I didn't know little beauties like this (mostly for dorms, I'm guessing)  existed;  Hannah told me about them.  It has to be on the countertop so it can be plugged in, and near the sink to drain the water.  It does a good job --- better than I could do by hand (or foot) in the bathtub.  Only very, very few things at a time will fit, and I don't know how I'll wash jeans, but I'm still not comfortable with the thought of going to the laundromat.  (New COVID cases in this county have gone up by double digits each of the last four days.) The front of the sweater I cast on is done: Plain ol' garter.  I honestly prefer stockinette for garments but decided to stick with  the pattern. ...

It rained here last night.  After it stopped, I went out to roll the trash and the recycling bins to the street.  Coming back in, I had what I suppose was a burst of jauntiness coming up the porch steps and slipped and fell.  Banged up both shins, both knees, and the heel of my left hand.  Apparently, I bounced, as there are bruises just under my ribcage on the left, and a very big bruise marking very big pain just below my left collarbone. It has hurt to move around today, even to take a fairly deep breath.  So, lots of reading and crossword puzzles on the schedule.  And ice packs.  Several ice packs. (Oh, and the snake was back this morning.  Whee.)

I am not a squealy, flailing type.  However, I do not like to be startled.  Toward that end, the anoles and little frogs that appear around this house at this time of year are not welcome.  (I seem to be almost entirely alone in this opinion.)  If I can't tell when or where something is going to move, I'm not comfortable. I am currently reading this 900+ page biography.  I take it with me when I take Tap out, so he can walk and I can make some progress.  This keeps me from getting impatient with him, and my focus is mostly on my book while we're outside.  Yesterday, he's walking, I'm reading, and he stopped because a squirrel caught his attention.  (Cliche', I know, but the truth.)  I looked up from the book and noticed about six inches away from my left foot was  a black snake.   My heart went into my throat or my stomach or wherever hearts go at times like that, and I made Tap beat a quick path away from there. ...

This is what I did yesterday: I was in the car almost all day.  All hot day.  Went to Atlanta, which meant sitting in traffic, sitting in parking lots when the places I needed to go required waiting there instead of going inside.  Heat is bad for me, in that, more than likely, it will produce And that's how I've spent today.

Sitting here last night, all of a sudden, I ran into the Impatience/Bad Mood Wall.  I was fed up with everything.  EV - UH - REE - THING.  Not sure why, but I reached my Toleration Limit.  I was angry, I was judge-y, nothing was right, and all I could do was go to bed early. That ever happen to you?

I had every intention of persevering.  Really, I did.  Then I realized that I had made a serious mistake in the pattern, so I frogged it.  Silk is second only to boucle' in being ridiculous to unravel.  I didn't have enough usable yarn left to make the hat once I got done. So, I cast on for a sweater. I finished Batkus: The middle stripes are off center just  enough to make it interesting.