hand eye crafts

A nice day in Athens, if you stay in the shade.  There's a really nice breeze, but it's rather warm in the sun.  When I take Tap out, I take a book to read, as it helps me not lose my patience when he takes forever to do whatever he's interested in.  We've both enjoyed the trips outside. Today, this turned up in the side yard: Um...  Huh?  Did these fly off a garbage truck?  Did a dissatisfied young swimmer fling them up here in some sort of fit?   Bridget  offered underwater Rapture as an explanation, which appeals to me. On subsequent walks, I found the first feather in a while and the first gardenias is of the year.

 Catch any interesting TV today, or. . . Sitting on my couch, rather glued to my set all day gave me the time to finish up my socks/booties. I also got my little Christmas cross-stitch piece finished, but will wait until Tuesday to unveil it. Hannah's birthday is on the horizon, and I was clicking around on Etsy the other day trying to find some ideas.  Somehow, my clicking found me scrolling through yarn stores.    🤷  I placed a small order from a store called Comma Craft, and in my order was this little sticker. I think this is fantastic.  Space, space travel, and planets have always fascinated me, and Saturn is especially spectacular, don't you think?  My "ruling planet" is Uranus, which is fine and good, but my heart has pretty much always belonged to Saturn. What did I buy, you ask?  A little project bag. What did I find for Hannah?  Um, er, nothing.  Yet.

(I thought I posted this yesterday.  Ooops.) With great hesitation, I share the project begun last night.  Hesitation because, like the Boyfriend Sweater Curse, my Blog About Cross-stitch Curse is real. On the knitting front, I just finished a beret.  Look how lovely the top is: My big ol' head keeps it from being an exact beret on me.  The next one will need many extra rows to be truly beret-ish.  For me, at least.

 You think you're out here suffering with weather-related headaches alone, and you find out that  Araignee  and  Delighted Hands  go through the same thing...   Araignee also said that she dissected fetal pigs in college.  (First of all, I would NOT want to do that.  Second, I would do it because I would follow the course requirements.  I was ---  am? --- nerdy like that.)  She obviously went to a better-funded school than me.  In my college Biology class, we had preserved frogs that had been used for many years.  There were parts missing. Anyway, I thought the Starry Night Bunny was so cute that it would be a slam dunk project.  NOPE.  I began taking the stitches out, growing more frustrated with them and myself as I went, and decided to simply put it all aside.  I definitely need time to cool down, and to forget about how a seam ripper can easily be turned into a weapon.

Try to take little steps every day.  Do something productive if you can.  In that spirit: one bootie/sock done.  I like making these --- they're as close as I have to a go-to sock pattern. The roll cuff is excellent for leftover lengths of sock yarn. Less of a headache today, though one is still rumbling around in there. I managed to work on my Starry Night Bunny some yesterday, and screwed it up royally.  I'm going to have to pull out a lot of stitches.  Bad, bad decision.

Both yesterday and today, some intense thunderstorms (emphasis on thunder ) have rolled through. With rain come my headaches.  This morning, I could barely lift my head off my pillow.  I had to get up to give Madeleine her insulin, took some sinus relief pills, and went back to bed.  They didn't particularly help, so I took some CBD oil, which has helped in the past.  Today? If it were possible, I'd have my sinuses removed.  Replace them with, oh, a nice airy porch or something.

In my high school, your Science requirement could be met by taking either Biology or Chemistry.  Chemistry didn't then, nor does it now, interest me.  Biology it was, therefore, and I loved it.  Our teacher, Mr. Bradley, was wonderful, even if he did occasionally call Shari and me by one another's name. It should be said that I'm five or so inches taller than Shari.  She did not wear glasses, I did.  She is left-handed, I am right-handed.  We were both blonde, and always together, and always lab partners, but it still makes me smile that he often made that mistake. Anyway, I was a Biology student when dissections were done on live frogs.  (They came in the mail, of all things, and their arrival was always sort of a big deal.  The "ribbits" filled the third floor hall.)  The actual dissection wasn't difficult for me, though I would ask Shari to get the frog from Mr. Bradley when he pithed it.  That was a bit too unpleasant for me.  A...