Firstly, I am feeling better. I told my doctor this past Friday that I really wanted to get off of my current anti-repressant, as I had been taking it for six or seven years and I thought that it was making feel dead inside. She said okay, and told me how to taper off of it. I am to continue with the generic wellbutrin for the nonce, though.
I wasn't able to finish the socks for her, as I have made so many mistakes and had to rip back and redo and so on; but I took the partials to show her and I was able to ascertain her shoe size. I am now at the gussets and safari so goody.
One thing I have learned and wanted to share is this: when knitting with double pointed needles, to truly avoid the little gap between needles, to knit the first stitch tightly, and then knit the second stitch even more tightly. I have been using this technique on these socks, and I can honestly not tell where in my knitting the needles change.
I wish I could remember where I saw this; I thought it might have been Fleegle's Blog or Techknitting (see links in my sidebar as I am getting tired of html,) but I just checked and it wasn't them.
Here is a little treat for you Stephen Frye fans, which I found at this website.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Feed every two hours.
God damn it.
This morning, there was a fat and dead possum right in front of my house. I wasn't about to let it stay there and stink for days, so I took a plastic bag out to collect the carcass. One dead big possum, one dead baby possum, and one living baby possum.
Fuck.
I checked her pouch for other babies and there were none, so she and her dead baby went into the dumpster and I was left with this tiny thing whose eyes weren't even open. Jeezow. Man, I don't like possums, but what could I do? I couldn't just kill it or let it die without trying to save it. I brought it inside and googled "baby possum."
I went to the general store and bought some Gatorade because they don't carry Pedialyte. I wrapped it in a wash cloth and held it close to my chest, as it was cool. Not cold. The next directive was to get it to a wildlife rehab person asap.
Again, Google to the rescue. I found this place not too far from me, over in Kentucky.
Monica just happened to have a mama possum with older babies, and she was still producing milk, and when she put the tiny one into her pouch, she accepted it and it began to nurse. Yay!
Monica had a baby beaver, several wild bunnies, a heron, numerous birds including a duck in her hospital. She takes in everything that is brought to her.
So. If you have a few extra dollars, consider donating to her or your local rehabilitation center.
Thank you.
This morning, there was a fat and dead possum right in front of my house. I wasn't about to let it stay there and stink for days, so I took a plastic bag out to collect the carcass. One dead big possum, one dead baby possum, and one living baby possum.
Fuck.
I checked her pouch for other babies and there were none, so she and her dead baby went into the dumpster and I was left with this tiny thing whose eyes weren't even open. Jeezow. Man, I don't like possums, but what could I do? I couldn't just kill it or let it die without trying to save it. I brought it inside and googled "baby possum."
I went to the general store and bought some Gatorade because they don't carry Pedialyte. I wrapped it in a wash cloth and held it close to my chest, as it was cool. Not cold. The next directive was to get it to a wildlife rehab person asap.
Again, Google to the rescue. I found this place not too far from me, over in Kentucky.
Monica just happened to have a mama possum with older babies, and she was still producing milk, and when she put the tiny one into her pouch, she accepted it and it began to nurse. Yay!
Monica had a baby beaver, several wild bunnies, a heron, numerous birds including a duck in her hospital. She takes in everything that is brought to her.
So. If you have a few extra dollars, consider donating to her or your local rehabilitation center.
Thank you.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Be sure to read the directions first.
Good Neighbor Nancy wanted us to look at the tadpoles she found in deep, wet spot near her house. She said that there were bunches of them, and she was so excited. Gleeful, in fact.
So, we went and looked.
They were mosquito larvae. hundreds of them.
We said, "Those aren't tadpoles! What you have is a plague in progress."
She's out there still, dumping soapy water onto them.
So, we went and looked.
They were mosquito larvae. hundreds of them.
We said, "Those aren't tadpoles! What you have is a plague in progress."
She's out there still, dumping soapy water onto them.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Postage Due.
It's a cool and rainy day here in Lovely LA. Not a hard rain, which is good because the Ohio River is already high, but a slow and steady patter. A good day for reading and sleeping and playing Scrabble online.
I saw my doctor Friday. I love her, and since she has been my "primary care giver" for fourteen years, she knows me. She gave me a scrip for Wellbutrin, generic, along with some good advice. She also directed me to make something, to get creative. Make something for you? I asked and she said, Yes. Make me something. When I went to pay at the desk, I was told that there was no charge for the office visit. Already weepy, I became even moreso. She knew I had no insurance.
So, I have been working on the entrelac socks for her, and they are moving along without a hitch, finally. I may also knit her a stethoscope, because I think she would really appreciate the humor of it.
The chickens, all of them, are doing just fine. Little Omelet has grown so much and I need to take a picture of him/her. The second-tier rooster has begun courting Henny Penny again, so he is happy, and I think she is, too. As happy as chickens can be, I mean. The Girls have also grown; I think they are about 12 weeks old and their plumage has taken on adult shape and markings.
Oh, and if you have current textbooks or other books in good shape, check out this website. There are a plethora of books in my living room, and the piles grow larger every time Sweetie comes home.
I saw my doctor Friday. I love her, and since she has been my "primary care giver" for fourteen years, she knows me. She gave me a scrip for Wellbutrin, generic, along with some good advice. She also directed me to make something, to get creative. Make something for you? I asked and she said, Yes. Make me something. When I went to pay at the desk, I was told that there was no charge for the office visit. Already weepy, I became even moreso. She knew I had no insurance.
So, I have been working on the entrelac socks for her, and they are moving along without a hitch, finally. I may also knit her a stethoscope, because I think she would really appreciate the humor of it.
The chickens, all of them, are doing just fine. Little Omelet has grown so much and I need to take a picture of him/her. The second-tier rooster has begun courting Henny Penny again, so he is happy, and I think she is, too. As happy as chickens can be, I mean. The Girls have also grown; I think they are about 12 weeks old and their plumage has taken on adult shape and markings.
Oh, and if you have current textbooks or other books in good shape, check out this website. There are a plethora of books in my living room, and the piles grow larger every time Sweetie comes home.
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