Thursday, July 13

Tiny God

That's me. Which is to say: I did it. I went out into the summer heat and pulled weeds and maybe got a little sunburned, but the bed by the garage has no weeds and I did it and this, sadly, is a major accomplishment.
And now I mostly just want to take a nap. *crap*

Blogger is giving me all kinds of crap when I try to publish. I will give it another couple'a tries and after that, well, I got nothing.

Look At Me!

I'm going outside today! No, really! And I plan to even do some weeding in the little garden by the garage. Yes, I know it's a millionty degrees outside, I'm prepared even for that.
I got my stitches out yesterday, and I've been working hard on a birthday present for my grandma that is turning out so cool that even UPB is impressed. He says that if we would have had some bags like this at the art sale we would have sold some, and he's probably right. It really is lovely, and I'm sure Gram will like it, and won't tell me if she doesn't. But she will.
The design on it is needle-felted, and I have IP and Machine to thank for that. I went nuts at the yarn shop and now I'm totally hooked. There's no limit to the designs you can make, and it's pretty easy, and did I mention how cool it looks? The only downside was discovered when I woke up this morning for the millionth time (bad night with an unbelievably sleepless Miss S) I had a sea of red, purple, and green fluff awaiting me in the living room. You see, you start the needle felting with something called roving, which is un-spun wool (or silk, or alpaca, or... you get the idea). Image an enormous cotton ball. Now imagine my little shredder getting her paws on it. It was ugly, but I'm pretty sure that the fluff is none the worse for the wear. But it's now all in plastic bags, and I don't intend on letting it happen again, if for no other reason than it wasn't any fun to pick up. (Remember, I'm still not supposed to bend!)
Despite my numerous restrictions, I do want to try to do something today. I know everyone is concerned that I've become a sloth. Truth be told, I've always been a sloth. So, nothing to worry about there. Eventually, though, I'm going to have to go back to work (so I'm told), so I should start actually doing things to get ready for that. Bleck.
I have been watching a ton of HGTV, so I am starting to get that "I need to Paint!" itch (lucky you, Dave!) and I have a burning desire to go to IKEA. IKEA wears me out when I'm at 100%, I think I may need to try out every chair there if I go now, but I still want to go. And I can't even think of anything we need! Nonetheless.... me wanty.
Now, before I lose all ambition, I'd best be off. Watch out weeds - your time as come!

Monday, July 10

the slow road

Home again, home again, jiggity jig... This is my 6th week out of work - I would have been back to work today full time, most likely, if it weren't for my little spinal fluid hiccups. Luckily, I have another 3 weeks or so to recoup, and today will involve a little extra pampering thanks to Mrs. Jones' birthday present. I am very much looking forward to having extra pretty soft feet to put up while I do almost nothing but knit, read, and well, blog I guess.
I am, at present, wearing the pink sweater that I've been working on seemingly forever, but I didn't actually do the last finishing step, and I think I need to before the public gets a viewing. Soon, though, very soon! And in the meantime there are lots of socks to knit! :) Shut up... I'm not crazy.
Most of the badguys know that I have officially entered the realm of the lame and I created a myspace account. I am now friends with Moby and TMBG, as well as with The Inkwell Collective, as it should be. I have to admit that it is very exciting to get in touch with a few actual old friends, though. I have to say that I find the pages to be not as user-friendly formatting-wise as blogger is, which makes me not want to spend very much time on it. It has, however, inspired me to consider trying to organize a 13-year reunion for my graduating class (since we skipped the 10-year thing, which only makes sense for us). I'm heading home this weekend for Grandma's B-day (and free corn!) and if I run in to any of the alumns I may see if anyone would be up for such a thing.
The little girl had us up at 4:15 this morning. Lesson: if we let her sleep all day, we can't go anywhere at night without doing something to tire her out first. Or else. Thankfully LiFest should be over any day now and we can go back to the DP.
Dang... turns out when you spend a month on your back, there isn't much interesting to write about.