Last week was my fourty-mumphth birthday. We are not precise with numbers when we are taking about my age, pleeze!. Hubby was out of town, kids were at school, so it was me and the dogs. I spent the beginning of the week thinking of all the things I was going to do on my "ME Day." Shopping, wandering, lunching, knitting, maybe trying out the new kick spindle.....so what did I do? I knit little fishes! I know, what's up with that? But I was just hit with a big bag of entropy and all I could do was knit and watch the boob-tube all day.
It's not depression. It was just the joy (or absolute shock, I'm not sure which) of having a day where no one expected anything of me. Really, I should have done something active and enjoyable, but I just didn't want to.
I've been working on my Hey Teach Sweater pretty steadily. I just have the sleeve decreases and the button band to go and I'm done with that. I really want it done by the end of this week. I hope I'll make it. I always seem to slow to a snail's pace as I get to the end of a project - especially if that project is for me. But I picked up buttons for it last week, so when I'm done, I'll be done. No endless search for the perfect buttons.
In other knitting news......... I'm taking another stab at knitting toe-up socks. Actually the socks are much farther along than this now - considering I sat in the emergency room with my mom for much of the day today. She has another broken bone - the second one this year - the second one that will require major surgery to repair - the second one that will require a stint in rehab (a polite word for nursing home). Enough bitching about that. I have a rather large amount of emotions to process about this, and I'm not quite ready for it. Besides, I try to keep the griping down to a minimum here.....well, at least if I can't make fun of myself or my hubby at the same time.
I'm working on the heel of this sock. That's where the last attempt shot me down. I'm hoping I do a better job on this one.