Abby Normal

You Are 32% Abnormal

You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

How Abnormal Are You?

How abnormal are you???

HERMIT REPORT

I have felt paralyzed the last several weeks/months. Physically weak and mentally fragile. When I have felt reasonably well, I have been able to focus on only one thing at a time. Which of course freaks me out because I have TOO MUCH TO DO to concentrate on one thing only.

I write great blog entries in my mind whilst I am out in the bunny barn or walking Buster. I do, I write whole paragraphs that evaporate as soon as I sit down at the keyboard.

The bunnies are all fine! Clipt Murgatroyd yesterday - sort of a poodle cut, I guess you'd call it, as I cut only his body fur and not his face and legs or tail. Talk about handling a bag of snakes! That boy did not want to sit still, but I was more determined than he was. It's getting to be haircut time for the rest of the herd; all will be sheared by the end of October. Groovy was transformed into Ghouly by his haircut - love those red eyes.

The eBay sales are toddling along. The first two listings were awkward as I tried to remember all the little tricks of selling. All four items did sell. I am going to try to get more listed today.

I am spinning a sport weight yarn from assorted wads of Fuzzarelly's Fibers and knitting it into The Next Shawl, a round one. I found a great lace doily/shawl pattern online with both written directions and a chart and three pictures! There are 600 stitches so far on the needles so progress is slowing down although every other round is just knit. This has been a solace project because when I am unable to do anything else, I am able to spin and knit on it. And it feels so very good in the hands.

So that whole project prompted me to shop on eBay for more lace knitting patterns. Bought a magazine from Germany, Strickdeckchen, with 27 patterns for doilies. Each is charted, but uses strange symbols that had me puzzled. Okay, a U means yarn over. l means knit. But what means the < or >? Or the down pointing arrow? One would think that those efficient Germans would have a printed explanation in the magazine, but I had to go online for help. I would love to start one of them today, but I must finish the shawl I am working on first!

So what else? I finally, finally got back my art work from Home-arama. How long has it been away? Six, eight weeks? I will not name names but - oh, hell, yes I will - Claudia Stoess was particularly lax about returning my calls. Messages were left with real live people, answering machines, and voice mail. I got one message on my machine three weeks ago saying she was sorry, blah yadda blah, she had the art in her vehicle and would meet me anywhere. When I returned the call, the stone wall was back. WTF? I mean really. I eventually got other phone numbers and got directions from an underling to Stoess Manor way the hell on the other side of Louisville and last Thursday, my babies came home with me. All in good shape. Like I said, WTF? My anger had actually subsided to pity. If this person's life and business was being run so poorly, she had some severe problems to deal with.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
  - Friedrich Nietzsche

WEATHER UPDATE

It's noticeable now, the change of the seasons. Today, I saw fields of goldenrod and wild purple ageratum. Feral sunflowers. Rogue tobacco. The sumac is reddening. The field corn has turned brown and is ready for harvest. The soybeans are getting a yellow tinge to their uppermost leaves. The old Whore Summer is leaving and the Autumnal Hag is here with her paints.

Really, it is beautiful. The sky is that robin's egg blue only seen in the fall, with white puffy clouds shufflin' off to Buffalo. Rained buckets over the weekend. The trees are only thinking about color - it's not quite time. First frost is generally Oct. 10 around here and that is when the foliage shines.

Mundane - Ordered my first pair of bifocals today. I can see the TV fine with my glasses on, and I knit best with my glasses off. You see the dilemma. Get new glasses or throw away the TV. I was sore tempted to toss the TV. As long as it is free, I will have a receiver.

Is it a common fantasy to wish to be either in a convent or a jail. In some sort of situation where one is supplied with three hots and a cot. And one can just be left alone to do one's thing. That is my fantasy. It is also Sweetie's. We are just sloths.

MY HAIR, TODAY

Another use for circular needles.

Murgatroyd and Anna Nicole

HAVEN'T YOU?

Haven't we all, at one time or another, air-conducted, air-guitared, air-drummed She's so Heavy in our living room? Or at least wanted to? Is this not a sign of mental health? Remember the first time you heard Abbey Road? Extra points if you were on your back between the speakers.

Outside, fall is creeping. Gray and drizzly. Dishes are in the sink, mostly washed. The Beatles sent my mind spinning back back back. Vacuuming has been done. The rain falls. Purple angora is on the stove. I try to not run away in panic. Or joy.

I can always turn to the internets for some sanity. Thank you, The Knitting Curmudgeon