lifelong knitter

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So the email says
(paraphrased)
"Your tagline says Knitting keeps you sane...
perhaps you should stick to your knitting
and you'd have your
LIFE back...."

What a fabulous idea....
right after I go to Golden Corrall
and Target
with the Boybird this afternoon
I am going to settle in for
some sanity.

How did I ever get along
before the Internets?

Carson is ever so much better,
thank GOD,
so perhaps I can even get some
much needed SLEEP.

Poisonous

What was I saying about having my life back?
sheesh.
Took the poodles for a walk after work yesterday and
Carson screamed in pain and held up his back left leg,
refusing to walk on it.
Ordinarily I chalk this up to *drama poodleitis*,
give him an aspirin and wait a day to see how he is
doing before I call the vet,
but this time that little voice told me
to call RIGHT away.
It was after 6pm and the last appointment is at 7,
so she said to bring him right in.
In the forty five minute ride to the vet, the top of his foot turned
BLACK.
He did his usual snarl.snap.bite routine
and they had to wrestle him into a blanket just to look at
the foot.
When the vet palpated the area, blood spurted all over her face and
lab coat.
She's AMAZINGLY calm. and just said
"Oh, MAN, that's twice in two days!"
She said it was a poisonous something,
and asked me twice if I were SURE there wasn't a
SNAKE involved.
We were in the middle of the street,
and I'm pretty sure I would have seen a snake....
anyhow,
he's got a couple of hundred dollars worth of meds
and she said unless it is REALLY bad
she doesn't need to see him back for a recheck.
Not that I blame her.
He is SO bad when he gets anxious or is in pain.
sigh.
He's resting comfortably NOW though....
wish I could say the same for my OWN
self.
I hope I can drag myself through work today.
I have a Training Class on
How to take and enter data.
My goal is to stay AWAKE.

"Make me an angel,

that flies from Montgomery..."
I got to SING
at the fundraiser for work...
(if you know me well you are probably pinching yourself,
but YES, I was SINGING in Public!)
oh, baby.
I LIKE having my life back!
All those things I might have done 25 years ago
but was too worried about what other people
would think....
After you raise two autistic kids to adulthood
you realize you can do pretty much ANYTHING.
It really *machts NICHT*
what anybody else thinks of me, NOW!

Wishing you Peace and LOVE...
as ALWAYS!

Back to school!

Whew!
Daughter bird is happily back in her dorm room.
I am recovering from the move
and nursing a painful SUNBURN.
I'll make another trip down when it is time to register
and pay for books....
It will be interesting to try and coordinate the new job schedule
with her academic calendar, but

I'll cross that bridge when I come to it!

Which makes me think of ANOTHER Simon and Garfunkel song...
the Sound of SILENCE!

Goodbye Girl...

The birds said goodbye today
before the Fall Semester Starts....

The boybird told his sister to
*have fun and send Postcards!*

Hope your weekend has some sweet and tender moments...
we're off this afternoon to start the
Back to School Dance!

Patience

I KNOW better than to pray for Patience,
as that always results in more
opportunities to
Practice Patience.
I've had PLENTY of practice,
thanks.
What I desperately need
NOW
are prayers of support and
blessings for the journey
that is the Move
Back to College.
Transitions are always difficult
(understatement of EPIC proportions)
around here,
but this week is particularly
TRYING.
I know it will be next week soon,
and she will happily call me from her dorm
and announce that everything is fine
and there isn't anything she needs
and All is Well,
but right now?
Not.So.Much.
We're both on the verge of transitional tears.
I need to take some deep breaths and
go see my Boybird after work and
remember how very VERY far we've come.
Hopefully I'll have a funny story
to tell you tomorrow.

What I'm reading....

Thanks to WENDY
I'm giggling over
Hit by a Farm
in between carrying the heavy boxes of
Daughter Bird's
BOOKS.

Today I'm spending eight hours
in a TEACCH inservice training class.
sigh.

Wishing, no doubt, that I could
sneak off and READ.

The packing begins...

Friday the Daughter bird moves back into the Dorm at College....
so each night we are choosing a different surface and CLEARING it
of her Books, books, and oh yeah, puzzle BOOKS.
She always leaves the clothing and toiletries
for LAST....
As long as the all important BOOKS are packed,
she's good to go.

I've been listening to the Trace Adkins single
SWING and
ROFLing.

OMG, go LISTEN!

Evidence of FBS

That would be Fried Brain Syndrome...
sigh.
Photos from the scene include

my kitchen table...
where as yet to be knitted sheep hand puppets
(they are neutral, so they count for the August Spectrum project!)
mock my total inablitly to knit a sock.
Seriously.
Can you see the heel?
After turning it the THIRD time
following the directions
(which I am sure are EXCELLENT, by the way,
this is a processing problem involving melted synapses....)
I am left with 24 stitches on the heel section
and 36 instep stitches.
DOH!
Time for a ripfest.
rip.rip.rip.
Okay, now where was I?
This is my kitchen, right?
MUST.KNIT.SHEEP.PUPPETS.
sigh.

Regular programming will resume when my brain has cooled off
a little.
There is no need to adjust your receiver....

Peace out, peeps.

Friday Funnies...

We headed out for the Monthly
Trip to the MALL
with the Boybird
(AFTER he checked my Inspection sticker
to be sure I was in COMPLIANCE)
and he reminded me
fortyseven gazillion times
about his birthday next month....
Finally, exasperated,
his sister said to him...
"SHE KNOWS WHEN YOUR BIRTHDAY IS,
she was THERE!"
At which point he
opened his puzzle book and begin
to Find the Hidden Pictures.
(and I did my VERY best to try and keep a straight face.)

Hope your weekend is JOYFUL!