out of yarn

Last night, I was carrying Aurora around because she wouldn't wake up.



Today, she is taking all those unused energies and using them up.



And then taking some out on loan.



Eyes are good. (Watching her watch the world/cars/squirrell/cats??? is fascinating.)



Reaction to all the drugs - not so good. She's whining, pacing, unsettled. We've walked up and down the street (very very slowly) (Very. Slowly.) for several hours until she could, uhm, you know.



Too bad I can't blog from there ;)



Pix later - she's actually settled and I'd like it to stay that way.

/sigh

My (blogging) problems continue.  At least I think they do; Typepad may have fixed them but I have to assume not.

I'm writing because:

1.  Yes, I've got a move to Wordpress in progress

2.  I've got 5 hats knit (something has to keep you coming back!)

3.  Aurora is having surgery tomorrow.   It is "only" cataract surgery but she's my rescue baby - who was found abandonned and starving and pregnant (and she lost the little ones).  Tomorrow I'm not allowed to feed her breakfast (or give insulin) and she just won't understand.   (We joke:  maybe I should have asked for some valium for me.)

(This means I may be off-line for a few more days.  Depends on how it goes.  She isn't taking well to the pre-surgury meds.) 

4.  I'm going to tempt fate - I've think I've got to the point where I can post one picture per posting.  If I type first, add the picture last, and only one pic, and I'm really quick about it.  The browser won't crash. 

....   so much for that working... let's try sticking our head behind the cabinet... 

 

Another day ...

another build...

Another failure.  /sigh

Peeps - I'm playing (I use that term a bit sarcastically) with various solutions to the problem (that only I appear to be having.  My google searches are coming up empty.) 

I'm not sure what you're blog readers will tell you - but I'm just testing and deleting bad posts.  Sorry for any confusion. 

Test 5

o.k. let's try a Flickr upload ...

nope.

/sigh 

Text, works.  Pix, nope.   (What fun is reading my blather without a cute furry photo?)

Be careful what you wish for

Well, I have a new outlook.  But Typepad does not (still crashing my browser(s) on picture upload.)

Sigh

Need a little distance

and maybe a new perspective:

(insert cute photo of Nicky burrowing under a cabinet)

Maybe not this perspective, exactly, but something ...

p.s.  Browser crashes (IE and Firefox) with every photo upload.  Which is about the way my day went - you know one step forward/two steps back on the down side of a roller coaster. 

I read enough self-help to know that I should focus on the positive and be grateful and blahdittyblahblah...

I'm going to read a non-digital book.  In bed.  With ice cream.

A Mighty Oak

from a little acorn grows.

In the end, I think that is what NaBloPoMo is all about - planting seeds and becoming rooted in your own internet presence and habits.

I don't think I can claim "success".  There were 2 posts that didn't happen on time due to internet outages.  (At which point, I realized the need to use the scheduling software.  It is the only way (for me) to make daily posting even feasible.  Case in point:  we arrived home tonight to find that contractors had not reconnected FIOS after the day's events. 

(Aside:  does anyone remember, at the end of September, when I joked with the contractor:  Would he be done by Thanksgiving?

"Oh yes!"  He says.  "We'll be out of here by Hallowe'en."

Ahem. 

I'm hoping for Christmas.  

Anyway ...)

Mighty oaks to be ...

The Highest Compliment to a Knitter

A month or six weeks ago, I did some emergency knitting for some friends.

I made a baktus scarf for a woman I work with and a black watch (chemo) cap for her husband (worked with him for 20 years).

The scarf pattern was so charming and so much fun to knit (check out the Rav pix!) that I resolved to make another for me.  I had one false start (with yarn that did not pool and stripe) and then started the one pictured here (on my lap with my knit kat). 

Today I received a lovely thank you for both:  She tells me that He wore his hat for last several weeks, unstopping.  It smells like him and now She's been sleeping with it.

I cast on for this scarf moments after learning He had passed away so suddenly. 

(Knit deets:  Noro Silk Garden Lite, 2 skeins.  Bands are in a jumble with other projects but  I could figure out the colorway if asked.  Size 7 needles.  Knit time - barely a week.  I worked the first skein from the outside in.  As I approached the end of the first skein, I checked the second skein insides to see where it started and realized I could easily splice them together for a reverse striping effect.  (Lucky me!)  I forgot that Noro g per skein can vary widely, and hadn't measured either skein.  So when I was finishing up the second, I had quite a bit of leftover yarn.  I ripped back to the middle, continued increasing for 2 repeats and knit back out.  The stripes match but it isn't symmetric around the center point.)

Nothing but berries

Red ones.  And sun-bleached silvery trees and shadows

and a digging dog:

Lovely day.  

Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?

 

Why can't we be friends?

I seen you 'round for a long long time (o.k., really:  it was  2 hours)

I really 'membered you when you drink my wine ate my food.

Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?  (Yes, Ned is about this annoying.)

Why can't we be friends?

The color of your skin don't matter to me
As long as we can live in harmony  (But he has the right idea.)

Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends? 

(Kinda of makes you feel for the poor dog, doesn't it?  She's a wonderfully laid-back visitor, who wouldn't hurt anything I claimed as "mine".  And she asked permission before chasing the little twit down the stairs.  And she is 90 lbs; Ned is 15.)

p.s. This is Saturday's post.