February 6, 2006
My dear sweet Dad passed away at 12:15 a.m., Thursday, February 2nd, 2006.
January 11, 2006
Tonight, I'm too tired to sleep, so I might as well blog. The last couple of nights,
I've been too tired to blog, so I slept. And no, I don't feel guilty for not blogging
every day. There's no law says I have too. I didn't sign a contract, or make any
promises to myself....for once.
Monday was a day from "H - E - double hockey sticks!! Tuesday was worse!!
If you follow the news and if you pay attention to the weather, then you'll have
I live smack dab in the middle of that bumper crop of rain. Whenever it rains,
which has been f-o-r-e-v-e-r, our phone gets full of static. Sunday afternoon,
the static was horrible. So Dave calls the phone repair, and after a rather lengthy
conversation with a lady robot, an appointment is set up for Tuesday, sometime between
8:00am and 5:00pm. I was overjoyed they were able to narrow it down.
Now you have to understand something here. I am NOT a morning person. I repeat,
I am N-O-T a morning person. So having to be up by 8:00am Tuesday is gonna be
a real challenge for me. But I'm thinking.... Heh!! What's one little ol' morning
anyways. I'll get myself up early Tuesday and pretend to be coherent when Mister or
Ms phone repair person arrives.
Monday morning, 7:45am -ish, the phone rings. It's a mister phone repairman, Bill something,
letting me know he's in the area and ..."yes, I know I'm a
day early but.. bla bla bla.. I can't find your house... bla bla bla. Ah, yes, I see your
house now. I'll be right there. I'm coming down the drive right now".
Thank goodness you can't go to jail for your thoughts.
Did I mention that the weather had cleared up Sunday night and when the rain goes
away, the static goes away?
Okay.... I'm up. I'm dressed. I'm at that front door before the guy
knocks. Also, before my hair is brushed, my face is washed, and my makeup is on.
Serves the guy right for coming a day early and waking me from a sound sleep!!
He's at the door, he's around back at the phone box, he's at the door, he's
on the phone, he's out at the main box on the street, he's back at the door,
he's back out back at the phone box, he's back on the phone, he's back at
the door. He's driving me OUT OF MY MIND!!!
"Sorry lady, I can't find anything wrong".
"Ah, no. I didn't think you would. Like I said, When it rains, we have static.
When it stops raining, the static goes away". I was so proud of myself. I was
nice, I even smiled. And I was grateful he couldn't read my mind.
"Well, since I'm already scheduled to be here tomorrow, and since it's going
to rain tonight and tomorrow, I'll just write this down as an incomplete, and
I'll come back tomorrow... morning. Same time".... says Bill.
Hey, I'm still maintaining my smile, my composure, and my sanity. "ummm.. thank
you", I think I blurted out. "See you then". By now, getting arrested doesn't
seem all that bad.
Tuesday morning dawns, literally. He's back. He's not alone. Good grief. He's
brought reinforcements. And...as predicted, it's raining. No, it's pouring!!
Almost three hours later, several trips back and forth from the back of the
house to the street and back, then into the house, move the desk, rip up the
carpet, take out the phone line, install a new phone line, put back the carpet,
put back the desk, they FINALLY finish and leave.
And just in time. I was already plotting my jailbreak.
January 8, 2006
It didn't involve football. It didn't involve knitting. It involved OPAL Yarn!!
A car load to be exact. Whooohoo!! Need I say more? No, but I'm going to. Heehee...
My stash was getting dangerously low. I keep it in a 9' x 9' shed, and I've actually
been able to get inside and turn around lately. Not a good sign. So, off we go to the
warehouse for a quick "Opal pick-me-up".
The sun is shinning (finally). The air is crisp and fresh. The drive up is
uneventful. We arrive at the warehouse door. Key is in the lock. My heart
begins to palpitate. We step inside. Oh my goodness!! DREAM CATCHER
catches my eye first. I feel like I'm gonna swoon. I sit down to gain my composure.
Dave's "snap out of it" brings me back to reality. "I need this n' this n' that n'
that one n' this n' ohhhh yes...gotta have that one n' that one over there n' this
one too".
Dave's "the car is full" slaps me upside the head with reality. "But I need more"
I cry. He gives me this look. I'm sure you've all seen it. When
you know you've gone a smidge past the limit. I heave a big sigh!! "Okay, let's
go home".
Aahhh, the shed is stuffed full once again. I'll sleep like a baby tonight...
in spite of Dave's muttering.
January 7, 2006
Anyhoo, I woke up from a sound sleep, then remembered...today is football playoff day.
oh yippee... Where oh where are those ear plugs??
Okay, I'm up, I'm dressed, I'm armed with a) knitting; b) ear plugs; and c) enough caffeine to
keep me going for awhile. At least till the pizza arrives. And no, we didn't have pizza for
breakfast. It's just that I slept until...well...lets just say I passed GO and breakfast and
went straight to lunch. Er...past lunch. Okay, I told you I had a restful sleep. I just forgot
to mention that it was a very long sleep.
Enough already. I'm ready for playoff day!! I'm ready for the whooping and the hollering.
I'm ready for the booing and the hissing. I'm ready for...Well Blow Me Down!! I wasn't
ready for what happened next.
I forgot all about my knitting. I forgot all about the ear plugs. I even forgot (sorta)
about the upcoming pizza, and I got totally caught up in the football game. Go figure!!
Well, I whooped, I hollered, I booed and I hissed louder and longer than the guys. I'm
fairly certain they were looking for ear plugs by halftime. And I'm sure of it by the
end of the game. I was totally outta control.
Hey....what can I say. My team won!!
January 6, 2006
On "doctor day" my family knows to stay clear. I pace the floor, I pop
out in sweat beads, (unlady-like yes) but none the less, I do it. I try to knit,
read, meditate, take a sedative[s]... you name it. Nothing works. I can't believe it
either. Knitting does NOT help!! I get myself worked up into a real tizz by the time
I've reached the dreaded hour.
"It's only a check-up"...I assure myself (over n' over). "It won't be that bad"...
I promise myself (over n' over). I hyperventilate, my mouth gets dry, I get
nauseous, I contemplate running away from home!! Did I mention that I HATE going to the
doctor??
I refuse to take myself. Dave HAS to take me. If it's left up to me to take myself,
I chicken out every time and won't go. My doctor (Judy, and she's so nice) threatens
to come to my house and get me. I dared her to last time. Her office is only a few
blocks from my house. I'd walk there if I didn't HATE to go to the doctor!!
I've cancelled the appointment twice. This was my last-ditch effort too cuz the
nurse told me last time I cancelled that she was ordered to NOT let me cancel again.
Drat!!
The minutes tick by. Tick...tick. The hours tick by. Tick...tick. I'm sweating,
I'm hyperventilating, I'm nauseous. And just when I'd worked myself up
into this near-hysteria state...........THE PHONE RINGS!!
It was the doctor's office calling to cancel my appointment, and re-schedule.
January 5, 2006 GOOD NEWS, BAD NEWS
The good news is, it wasn't our porch awning that flew by. The bad
news is, it was the downspout to our rain gutters that flew by. I knew I'd
seen something. It was too low to be a flying saucer and too high to be one
of the neighbor's cats. Although, being one of the neighbor's cats was a
definite possibility considering the force of that wind gust. And they do
take shelter on our porch. I'm just glad it was only our downspout.
The good news, bad news thingie spilled over into this morning, and kept right
on going from there. Ever had one of those days? Well of course you have!! We all have.
He's been so unhappy living up here the past two years since my Mom passed away, so he's
decided to follow his heart and go back home.
I'm gonna miss you so terribly much Dad!!
But I totally understand. It would break my heart to have to move away from my beloved Crescent City.
We need to get one of those phones that you can see each other when you talk. Then we'd
be able to see each other between visits.
More good news; power was restored to Channel 2 cable TV. More bad news; power
was restored to Channel 2 cable TV. We lost it a few days ago during one of our
recent wild storms.
I know, I know.... I should be moved to tears over
the thrill of it. Well, the "moved to tears" part works for me, but not for the thrill of it.
It's the channel that's gonna have all the football play-offs this weekend. Waaaahhhh!!
WHOA Now!! Back off!! Before you holler and throw something at me, let me explain.
I enjoy football as much as anyone else. And I would specially enjoy all the knittin' time I
could probly fit in while the games are playing. SO... why aren't I thrilled?? Because unlike our other
(quiet) TV watching time, hubby and son will get into a shoutin' match over who can yell the
loudest every time a player moves on the field. ((((Sigh))))
Say...maybe they won't notice the ear plugs.
January 4, 2006 AM I INSANE OR WHAT??
Okay, so the holiday madness is finally over. The decorations are tucked away all snug
in their storage boxes where they can hibernate for another year. I wish I could
hibernate. Heaven knows I've put on enough layers of fat to last me through
the winter. Plus.. next to knitting, computering, and now blogging, (rolling eyes heavenward,
and shaking head) I'm also addicted to napping. So hibernating would be a snap. Specially in this
lousy howling winds n' pouring rains, but perfect for napping, weather. But I digress.
At long last, I finally arrive at the point where I'm seeing a glimmer of daylight
at the end of the tunnel, and what do I do? I start another project of course. And why
you ask? Because I'm NUTS, that's why!!
Not really, I guess. I'm just obsessive. Yeah, that's it. I'm obsessive. Hey, most of
us are obsessive about something. Take for instance, my cat Sassy.
Oh, puleease... Who am I kidding. I should be taking that load of wash I did yesterday
out of the washer. Let's see... I think I did it yesterday. Or was it the day before that?
Okay, for what it's worth,
I am blushing. My face is red. Hey, haven't you ever done
that? Washed a big load of clothes, then forgot all about it? Or, pretended to forget about
it?
Well, I confess
I have/do, er...quite a lot. Oh, who cares. Besides, I can't take
those clothes out of the washer until I take those other
clothes out of the dryer first. So I'll get to it later. If I remember. ;-)
My camera doesn't take good pictures, or I don't, or the
computer doesn't, or whatever. Anyway, the sock and/or yarn is a lot nicer looking
in real life. I love the colors, and they're gonna match my brand new "Snoopy" pj's
perfectly. Whatcha think? No?
The cuff is a K3, P1 rib and I'll work that all down the instep to the toe. I really like
the look and the feel of that particular rib. Sassy likes them too. I can tell cuz she
actually sniffed at them and didn't turn and run.
How long is a blog supposed to be? I mean, each entry? No set limit
I hope. I'm running outta steam. And those of you who've made it this far are probly either running
out of interest, or just running away.
Wow!! Did you hear that?? The wind is really howling!! Hey...was that the porch awning
I just saw go flying by?? Yikes!! I'm outta here.
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Wife, Mom, Grandmom, Great Grandmom, Web builder, CEO for PT Yarn; Opal sock yarn Distributor Crescent City, CA Serving the Lord, taking care of my hubby, knitting, reading, blogging, reading blogs n' eating Strawberry ice cream. 
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My euphoria lasted well into the evening yesterday, and followed me to bed. Whereupon I had a most
peaceful and restful slumber. Now I know how to get a good night's sleep without the aid of sleeping
pills. Pretend I have a doctor's appointment, then just when it's time to leave, remind myself that
I don't have one after all. I wonder if it would work?
I woke up feeling pretty bummed out this morning. The word morose comes
to mind when describing my mood. See...today I had a doctor's appointment and I
totally hate, despise, loathe going to the doctor. I'd rather do almost anything else
than go to the doctor.
Good news, my Dad is moving. Bad news, my Dad is moving. The assisted living home he
lives in here near us isn't working out. So Dad decided to move. And that's good. But, he
decided to move back down to the bay area. And that's bad. At least for me.
I started a slipper/sock, Oh about a month ago. Along with a bazillion other projects. I'm
really liking the way it's turning out. Actually, I should be working on it right now
instead of sitting here starting yet another project.
Getting back to my slipper/sock, I'm using Opal 6 ply #1251 on Size 3 needles. I cast
on 48 stitches. As you can see, I'm almost down to the heel turning. I'm thinking of
putting non-skid stuff on the bottom. I've never done it before, so I'm not sure. I'll
decide when I finish them.
Dave (hubby) did his usual grunt and
half smile when he looked up from his book long enough to give them a quick glance. But
I don't mind. He's always too busy reading to pay attention to what I do. Now that can
be a bad thing. Or... on the other hand, it can be a very good thing. (Grin) Like when
I'm sneaking in more yarn. Shhhhhhh.
