Marginally Better

Thank heavens for understanding husbands who give early birthday gifts when they are most needed: The Two Towers, extended edition – almost 4 hours of distraction! (And hopefully said husband will realize that it would still be nice to have something to open up on said birthday! Although, it was charming that he made an effort to wrap it. In a Home Depot flyer. But it was wrapped!)

I’m really bummed, though. It’s already December 3rd and, due to my cold, I don’t have my Christmas tree yet. See, the rule is that the tree cannot be purchased before December 1st, which is the day I got sick. And I’m really much too sick to go traipsing around the chilly garden center for hours trying to find the right tree. Oh, well, at least I’ve managed to write out most of the Christmas cards. I can’t guarantee that they say anything that makes sense, but at least they’re written…um, yeah, if you get a Christmas card from me, and it has the wrong names or says something like “Happy Birthday, and a Very Merry Easter”, please don’t take it personally. Maybe I should have waited to seal the envelopes until someone could proof-read them?

Oh, and band…that didn’t happen tonight. The mere thought of playing horn with chapped lips and a runny nose made my head hurt. Plus, it would really suck to get the rest of the section sick just in time for the concert next week. I’ll just have to wing it. Solo? What solo? Who said anything about a solo? We’ll just ignore that for now…ok, this cold had better go away soon, because I really, really, really need to PRACTICE!

Send Movies and Kleenex, Please!

Ugh. I’m tired of TV. I’m at home with an icky cold, and I don’t even feel like knitting. This is not good. :(

Band tomorrow night should be fun. It’s dress rehearsal, so I’ve got to be there, but if my head feels like it does now, it might explode.

Of course, my dogs are taking full advantage of my being home (meaning they’re uncrated), and are stretched out across the full length of the couch. I couldn’t even take a nap if I wanted to! Good thing they’re cute.

Can You Feel the Love?

Because I sure can’t. The evil company still hasn’t released our cell phone numbers for porting, despite the fact that we’ve badgered them every day (except Thanksgiving – I’m sure they have families too, even though they work for the evil company.)

I’m not terribly thrilled with the new provider, either. I mean, they’ve at least been consistent in what they’ve told us (the e.c. hasn’t been) so I believe what they’re saying, but I don’t get the warm fuzzy feeling I should be getting about how far they’re going to resolve this. As in, why on earth are we sitting on hold with the e.c. instead of them?!?

Yes, I know, I basically signed up to be a guinea pig for this process, but it’s my blog and I’ll whine if I want to!

Maybe Now’s Not The Best Time…

…to mention that I have all of my Christmas shopping done?

I really can’t understand why people would torture themselves by getting up at 4AM and getting in fights over parking spaces and such, just to save a couple of dollars. My shopping is done, and I saved money by doing it early, carefully planning what to buy and where to buy it, and using coupons if I had them.

Of course, this is the first year I’ve gotten my shopping done before Thanksgiving, but I had great motivation – the nearest mall has recently expanded into something so huge it’s ridiculous, and I just have better things to do then spend hours finding parking and standing in line.

Now if I could just finish knitting everything…one more done. See? Over there in the sidebar? All right, back to knitting.

Happy Thanksgiving!

This day and your life … are God’s gift to you, so give thanks and be joyful always!
Anonymous

Eat lots of turkey and pumpkin pie, and be thankful for everything wonderful in this world.

Knitting in the Dark

I knitted an entire Christmas gift (minus the bind-off edge) in the car last night…and since we started our trip well past sunset, I did it all in the dark! It’s amazing that I didn’t drop or twist any stitches. It didn’t hurt that there were lots of headlights all around us, so I could hold up my knitting and check it occasionally. It was strange, though – I was working with a rather bright striping yarn, but it just looked gray in the headlights, so I didn’t get to see the color pattern it made until we got here.

Six gifts done. I brought an obscene amount of yarn with me (half of a very large duffel, plus a basket and a couple of tote bags) so that I can get to at least the half-way point of finished gifts before we get home…we’ll see! :)

(At least my shopping is completely done. All the time I’d spend waiting in long lines at the mall can instead be spent knitting!)

What the…?

OK, now I’m ticked. I just discovered that the top six rows of the hood and all of the edgings of this mystery knit, knit out of the same dye lot as the rest of the sweater, are a noticeably different shade. And we’re not talking “daylight noticeable”, we’re talking “tungsten noticeable”. Same. Dye. Lot. Do I frog? All of the ends are hidden already. I was actually pretty pleased with all the stitches I picked up. I think I might cry.

I suppose I should get to work, and try not dwell on this all day. If anyone has any suggestions (besides ripping) I’m more than open to them. (Of course, the only two other options I can think of are to overdye the sweater (not going to happen – intarsia, remember?) or just live with it (which is probably the most reasonable thing to do, right?))

Switch Day!

If all goes well, by the end of today I will no longer be held captive by my current evil cell phone company. And I’ll get to keep the number I’ve had for the past 6 years!

I’ve got my plan and my phone picked out. I was briefly tempted by the camera phone, but…I just can’t see myself being happy with such low-res pictures, especially since it (obviously) doesn’t have a flash. Besides, Denis and I getting the same model phone means we can share car chargers, batteries and desk chargers…which is a big deal, not to need two car chargers in each car (believe me, this has been a problem, switching cars, forgetting to switch the chargers, needing to make a call on a dying cell phone…and not being able to plug it in.)

The only catch might be if they can’t promise the switch will be completed by tomorrow afternoon – we’re headed out-of-town, and it’s not a good idea to drive 300+ miles without a cell phone. But taking the new service along for the trip would be a good way to test-drive the coverage along our normal route, so hopefully this will all work out.

Who Knew?

So, the general rule of thumb for yarn amounts (and time spent knitting) is: back of sweater = 1/3, front(s) of sweater = 1/3, sleeves = 1/3. I guess it didn’t really hit me that a hood is probably another 1/3. (Yes, that adds up to more than 1.) Not that I’m running out of yarn, it just surprised me, that’s all.

Oh, and intarsia, while it came out fairly well and is marginally fun to do, is not something I’d contemplate for a larger project (like something me-sized) at any point in the near future.

I’ll stop now, before I give something away. One of these days I’ll get back to knitting things I can show pictures of. Right this minute, I have 5 out of 22 gifts done. Two more are almost done, and two others are about half done. The rest of what’s left are teeny-tiny things…well, sort of. I’m not panicked. Yet. Ask me again in a week or so.

Music to Soothe…

Do you think dogs appreciate music? I recently bought myself some new piano music – Jim Brickman’s Peace – and as I was playing through it last night it got me wondering. My dogs seem to completely settle down when I start playing piano, even if they are in the midst of puppy “zoomies”. My cousin’s dog even howls along to the radio whenever Celene Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On” comes on…of course, we’re not sure if it’s because he likes that song or hates it!

Music is such an integral part of my life that I would like to think that the little doggy sighs as they lay down in the living room doorway are due to an appreciation of the music. Either that, or they’re sighing over the fact that I’m in a room they’re not allowed in…