I’m laying low today…….enjoying the quiet of an empty house and no commitments, and trying to keep a sinus headache at bay. I’ve been fighting this pain behind my left eye for days, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve more than likely got a raging sinus infection going on. For now, I’m doing what I tell my patients to do; rest, lots of water, sudafed and motrin. If that fails, tomorrow morning I will ask my office mate for antibiotics. I suspect that the instigating factor to this particular plague is the neat fact that what I’ve always believed to be an ash tree in my backyard is evidently some sort of cottonwood, that has chosen this year to drop a blanket of fluff over it’s territory. What a mess.
Estes was great, as expected. All of the prompt among you have already posted reports and photo’s galore, so I may just leave it at that. I came home with bobbins for the Ashford and the Lendrum (which I took along and spun on while camping—-pure bliss, I have to tell you. Ellen has pics on her blog), a small bit of Llama in a pretty colorway that is magic to watch on the wheel, and two bumps of Bond/Corriedale that I want to play with. What I didn’t come home with was a drum carder (verrrry close) or a loom (verrrrry, verrrrrry close). Logic won out, thinking to myself “shoot Lisa, you don’t have time or energy to knit up the stuff you have, when are you going to have time to weave?” and “I can always rent a drum carder to process 1 pound of alpaca!” The other thought was that these are not fesitval only products and I can really pick up one any time I like. Of course, I will not be able to use the excuse that I’m buying it for Brad for Fathers Day 🙂
As is always the case, it was very hard to leave the park. Our final morning, Brad and I were both commenting on how we wish we could just stay, perhaps call in sick and stay the rest of the week. Being the responsible (cough) grown-ups that we are, we packed up and headed home, stopping for coffee, lunch and shopping on the way. Once home, life takes over and before you know it another weekend rolls around and I’m wishing I was back in my litttle camper in the mountains.
I’m still shlogging through the baby blanket—–last night, a bunch of us from work were together for a bbq, and I got a chance to cuddle with the little gal who will someday get the blanket. She is ever so tiny and petite, and such a sweet little thing. She came almost a month early, (that’s my excuse for not having the blankie done) and though she was over 6 pounds, she is still really small; Brad held her for a time and she is barely more than a handful, (sorry, no pictures).
When my hands tire of cotton and garter stitch, I swap over to the mindless garter stitch mohair shawl. (Speaking of shawls, I had a great chat with Miriam at Estes—-keep your eyes peeled for a new project in the fall Knitty.com). Seems that my mind is craving simple stuff right now, so this is about my speed. I really must get the sweater done for my niece’s baby boy, as we will be meeting him in a few days. My plan is to knit this on the plane and at the beach, finishing it up before we get together (think I’ll make it? I have half a front and a sleeve to go, plus the sewing up).
I think I talked about the upcoming pilgrimage to the homeland in the last post—–just 4 more workdays till vacation YAY!!!!! Things at work have been, well, less than pleasant, with a supervisor who is a micro-manager kind of guy, and leadership that is less than positive. I won’t outline all the difficulties here, but the environment as a whole really must change, or I may have to change jobs myself.
I want to say thanks to all of you for your kind words of encouragment lately. Ya’ll have been awesome!! Thank you Margene for you warm greeting at Estes, thanks Ann for your sweet comment, and thanks to all of you who still check up on me. This week will bring the three month mark since diagnosis and there have been major changes; I’ve lost about 13 pounds, my labwork is almost normal (between lifestyle changes and medications) and I’m not quite as overwhelmed as I was. I still have days when I feel frustrated and unable to cope, but they are becoming fewer. One of the hardest things for me is being in a situation where there are lots of food choices, like at a bbq or get-together, and trying to decide what I can eat. I’m finding (redicovering, perhaps??) a compulsive side to myself in that I just cannot bring myself to cheat. I’m getting better about asking for what I need, and saying no to the things I know are not good for me. The real test will be how I do out of my controlled environment, on vacation (did I mention that vacation is just a few days away??)
And now I think I may do a little spinning before it gets too hot (suppose to be 90-something today) and the headache requires more motrin and a nap.
* al fresco—-we (our merry band of knitters) had a little discussion up in the park regarding this term, whether it means “out of doors, outside” or “in the nude.” I’ll leave you to decide what it means in this context 🙂