Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Record timing!

Well, my adorable son started school on Wednesday. By Friday he had already found some little bugger who carried the "Cold of Death" virus, and he brought it home to me, and it kicked my ass. That's okay, because it got my son too, and Sebastian and I spent quality time together this weekend on the couch fighting over a box of kleenex and whining at eachother.

Today is the first day where I'm back to feeling a bit more functional. I think another night or two of decent sleep will do good for me. Sebastian bounced right out of bed for school yesterday, almost as if he hadn't been sick at all, and I suppose I'm just getting over it a bit slower than he is. One good thing to note out of all of this is that this is probably the first cold that I can think of in many many years that didn't immediately go to my chest or turn into bronchitis or worse, and I'm sure that not smoking for almost 9 months has a lot to do with that.

9 months already. I can't believe it.

Anyway, all I really did this weekend was hug a kleenex box, and knit. And despite not being able to breathe, my head feeling like it was going to blow up, and having a fever, it was nice to just sit and knit all weekend. I got a really good start on my Clapotis, which I've just been itching to start for literally months now. Such a good start in fact, that I was able to include a picture today. I love the yarn which is a silk blend, and the colorway is called "Blue Bayou". To be honest, the picture doesn't show the colors very well, and I tried taking it with and without a flash. Keep in mind too, that it will need to be blocked when it's done, so until then, it's going to look a little messy. Even so, I'm quite pleased with the progress so far.

The best part about this pattern is being able to drop stitches on PURPOSE!!! It's a really weird feeling to drop a stitch and intentionally run it along the whole length of a project, and I've caught myself holding my breath as the stitch slides down to the bottom. Usually for me, a dropped stitch means a tear or two, a mad dash for a crochet hook to try to fix it, many bad words, and often in my quest to fix things I make them worse and end up frogging the damned thing anyway. But not this. I drop stitches, and it's a good thing. I love this pattern...I'm not even done with this specific Clapotis, but I'm already plotting out colors for the next one, and the one after that!

So, now that ya'll know what you're getting for Christmas....just kidding! Hehe.

On a different note, yesterday was the five year anniversary of 9/11.

It's amazing to think that so much time has gone by already, but the shock and sadness haven't faded. They showed clips of the news from that day and I found myself watching them again, with the same pit in my stomach and the same lump in my throat that I had when I originally watched the events unfold, and feeling how I felt the first time Phil and I were on the freeway driving past where you could usually see the two towers, but instead that day, all we saw was an endless cloud of black smoke.

I wasn't at the towers, nor did I know anyone involved, but even so, I think we can all say that no matter where we were that day and regardless of who we knew or didn't know, everyone lost a little piece of themselves that day and it most certainly changed the way a lot of people look at life. It bothers me to watch it all over again, but on the same hand, I think it's important to be reminded of everything that day changed.

Enough of that. Stay tuned because coming soon will be a rant about the lady who has been speeding by the school bus stop, and the cops who have let her get away with it for 3 years now.

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