The Environment be Damned

My allergies have gone absolutely haywire this week. I have been all clogged up, and my mind all fuzzy. Except that my nose has been runny at the same time. The roof of my mouth and inside my ears itch.  My eyes are dry and itchy.   All day long and all night long, I am constantly sniffling, blowing, and generally moaning in misery. Whatever that is green and growing that I am allergic to needs to be eradicated from the earth in a blaze of fiery glory. I don't care if it is a rare grass, near-extinct moss, home to an obscure beetle, or source of food for the last remaining Dodo bird in the universe. I can't live like this!

So this week has been summed up with one word: tired. Ok, and misery. Two words. When I am tired and miserable, I just don't seem to get much knitting accomplished. The Twacher Mitts are still at the last leg of the first one. The Rainbow Swirl blankie is still on blue, the 10th segment. It would take a careful examination of pictures with a magnifying glass to notice any progress.

How very discouraging.  I find myself hoping for a good hard frost, to placate my allergies for one more season.

Today, it is all about the miserable lack of progress.

Somewhere Over the Blankie

The Rainbow Baby blankie is almost finished.  Nine wedges finished, three to go.  10 weeks until the baby is due.  I mean, I know I still have to whip out a cute little coordinating car seat blankie, but this is really too much to hope.  I am even considering throwing in a nice little border around the whole thing. 

 

I am a procrastinator by nature.  Even when I have a deadline, the time I need to complete the knitting is EXACTLY (and I mean, exactly, within a few hours at best) how much time I have.  That, or I blow right past the deadline with no end in sight  (cough, Duchess, cough), then deny that I ever had to deadline to begin with.

 

  Meanwhile, since the baby blankie is too large to carry around, the Teacher Mitts have become my purse/briefcase knitting.  One mitt nearly finished, three more to go.  Two months 'til Christmas Break.  Once again, I seem to be in full command of the deadline.   I am knitter, hear me roar! 

Either there is something that will come up to smack me down, or I have finally figured out this knitting thing.  Don't laugh, it has only taken 21 years. 

 

Today, it is all about the confidence. 

Knitting, Wine and Sleep

My oldest son is at his first Cub Scout overnight camp. At first, the plan was for the youngest to stay at home with me. But then my sweetie invited him to spend the night with them. It is entirely possible that my sweetie just wanted an excuse for me to bring him a couple of beers for after the kids go to sleep, but I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I gave Doodlebug the choice, and he jumped at the chance to sleep on the cold hard ground in a tent. 

So now I find myself in an empty house, with no boys expected until morning. I would say that I don't know what to do with myself. Except the I do: wine, knitting and sleep, in that order. 

I have wine. Excuse me while I get back to my knitting, until I go to sleep. 

Today, it is all about the child-free amusements. 

Housekeeping

As I logged onto Ravelry last night, I realized that I had not updated it in ages.

Today, I had no court and minimal appointments, so I attacked the avalanche of paperwork on my desk. As a break, I would update my Ravelry page.   Adding projects, adding pictures, adding notes. 

Today, it is all about the catching up. 

Celestial Alignment

I am not sure what happened tonight. It must have been a celestial alignment of epic proportions. My sweetie is attending the annual NRA banquet. And my mother took the children to a Junior Nature Club. Against all odds, these two events occurred on the same night, and I found myself all alone all evening. 

I have been hard at work. 

And I am really loving this pattern. It is charming, and easily memorized. 

Today, it is all about the charms. 

A Mother's Love

One great thing about road trips is prime knitting time. If we take the truck, then my sweetie drives, and I knit. 

This time, my baby boys asked me to read to them. I would read one chapter, and they would immediately ask for one more chapter. And again. And again. And again. For two hundred miles, I read chapter after chapter of 101 Ways to Bug Your Parents. 

Let me see: instead of knitting, I was reading a training manual of how to drive me crazy. 

In the meantime, I am making decent progress on the baby blanket. Almost halfway. Except that I think I may be distract from knitting today. My cousin has a very nice pool, and it will be VERY hot today. 

Today, it is all about some reasons not to knit. For today, at least.