DAMN ALLERGIES

I still feel bad. Or rather, I feel bad again after having a few good days.

Spent much of Friday and Saturday outside at Sellersburg Celebrates with Lynne. We were in the Fine Arts (ha ha) tent, close to the row of food vendors. "Why yes, let's buy this silver necklace then go get some funnel cake." I found the hours confusing, vendor parking wasn't thought out, and the lousy hot and thick air kept the customers away from our $85 booth. What fun. Lynne sold a couple of purses and a few skeins of yarn and made contacts and did okay - she made enough to cover the booth and a little bit more. The money I made came from her, as she bought 5 of my miniature quilted landscapes and two pair of knitting needles.

It was the sitting outside that has made my Allergies flare up and the Allergies brought along their little friend, Depression. Sweetie says that everyone where he works is complaining that their allergies are bad at this time, even those who have never been bothered before by allergies.

What to do? I'm gonna go take my second nap of the day here in a minute. I feel extremely low energy. Xtreme Sloth! That's part of my problem, the guilt of not being productive. It's hard for me to acknowledge that I'm really ill and not just being lazy. And there is always so much to do! If I even try to knit right now, I will most certainly fall asleep. Blogging isn't keeping me awake very well, either.

So let me finish today by saying that I have begun an art quilt using the silk noil which I dye painted. I started out not really knowing where the piece would end and then stared at and studied it for a few days. Re-did some of the first work and am now happy. The subject is a praying figure and the colors are warm pinks and reds. I will try for a photo next post.

FUZZARELLY SEES THE LIGHT

The allergies are back and badder than ever. I am hot to the touch. My stomach is queasy, with food and without. I have a headache. Sweetie reminded me that late summer is always bad for me because of ragweed and nettles. I'm trying to stay inside as much as I can and I am taking my medz - what else can I do?

I am working on a pair of socks, the ones with that nice ribbing. Have turned the heel and am on the straight away going toward the toes. This is the second pair in a row that I have used the short row heel and toe and it went a bit better this time - only one rip out session. I did what I should have done a long time ago - I placed a lamp near me so I can see what the hell I am doing. Imagine that! Being able to see those teen-eintsy dark blue stitches clearly does make a difference!

Pampered P wondered about the trial out come. I refer you to the archives, hon, the first post after August 2. Hint: it was good!

Wendy has emailed twice. Hi, Wen!

And today, Sweetie turns 44!

This is all I can do today - I'll get back to regular and more interesting blogging soon.

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GOOD NIGHT JON BENET, WHEREVER YOU ARE.

This is another day in which the score is ALLERGIES - 14, HOME TEAM - 0. I feel like crap on a stick. (Must be State Fair time!) Also, the hot flashes are active. The "Flashes" are morphing and these are like a circulatory tidal wave. Have you ever been very cold and washed your hands in warm/hot water? You can feel the warmed blood flowing up your arms. This is like that but not as much fun and it involves my whole body.

Slept most of the afternoon. The dream I just had was funny in places. I dreamt that I was putting whole bunnies through my drum carder! There were other crazy things, but I still have this mental image of Spot going headfirst into the machine.

Looks like we'll be awash in baby bunnies in 31 days. I let Kelly Bob run free last night and discovered this morning that Groovy had broken out to join her. I had neglected to completely latch his cage. Damn me. I immediately put her in with Fuzzy Bob, an agouti, and let him have his way with her - hoping that his genes could fight their way to the front, so to speak. GO, BOYS! This will be Kelly Bob's fourth litter this year and all unplanned. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, and fuck. Literally and figuratively.

Began a new pair of socks a few days ago. For this pair, I cast on using the tubular method and knit 24 rows in k1 p1 rib. For the k1, I knit into the back of the stitch. The difference in the ribbing is amazing! I need to practice the cast on, because I like the concept and the appearance when done correctly, and I am totally loving the rib fabric.

Someone (Lamar??) left orphan tomatoes for me. Beautiful and tasty no matter who left them.

Here's two doses of the not-quite-daily Murgatroyd fix. The lord is drinking from the dogs' water dish while Buster eats supper. And milord relaxes. (Looks like a beefcake shot to me.)

DREAMING.

My anxiety dreams have changed over the years. Through my twenties, I had flat out nightmares - mostly of something chasing me. But I also had typical anxiety dreams, like 'the school bus is coming and I can't find my clothes/shoes/school book' or 'the school bus is honking at the end of the driveway and I try to run or yell and can't.' (I hate that whole sleep paralysis thing.)

When my drinking was getting bad, in my late 20s, at least once a month I'd have a dream about trying to hide a body. Often it was in the trunk of a car, my car. My anxiety dreams were a manifestation of my big secret, and my whole life back then was a secret. How much I drank was a secret, most of my paramours were a secret, my hopes and dreams were my secret. The extent of my unhappiness was a secret.

Then, I had a dream that I was searching frantically for my bottle of liquor in some little house. I looked under the couch cushions and I got down on my knees and looked under the couch. My mother came into the room and asked me, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for my bottle of vodka."
"Why do you need a bottle of vodka?"
"Because I'm an alcoholic, " I replied.

It took me two more years to sober up. But I digress.

Within the last few years, A new scenario has been added to my anxiety mise en scene. To wit, I'm in an ill equipped sewing room and I need to make 2 dozen tailcoats by tomorrow afternoon. Or, The opera is tonight and six costumes for the diva are cut out but not stitched together. I still have Can't Find My Shoe dreams, too, but interestingly enough, while dreaming I am am able to say "Oh well, it doesn't matter, I'll go barefoot." The costume situation always gets resolved somehow and I never panic or freak-out.

I'm attributing that reaction to the antidepressant / anti-anxiety medz I've been on for the last few years.

And now I have bunny and/or small critter dreams. Just the other night, I dreamt that my spinners group and I had gotten stranded at our retreat for some ever-changing reason. Different measures were taken to get us out but something always happened that way laid our departure. Finally, after three days, I say desperately, " Okay. Everybody grab a bunny; we're walking back!"

That just sort of cracks me up.

If you've read this far, then here is the latest Murgie news. Seems that she sprouted two testicles in the last few days. Our Lady is now Lord Murgatroyd! That little dickens!

Film at eleven.

I WANT ONE!

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BUNNIES!

Excellent weather today! Hot hot hot and then seemingly from out of nowhere, (the North) - a cold front blew in and pushed the stubborn heat further south. The temperature started at 90 and an hour later, it was 75. What a wind! 40 mph gusts from north skies that were angry and dark. But no harm was done save for a few little branches down and now, it's raining nicely, the wind has moved on and it's lots cooler. What's not to like?

Got those bunnies from Jean today! What wonderful babies! One is Anna Nicole's sister, Louise or Weezie, and there are two more big german boys. There's Lucy, who looks like Murgie's big sister, and only one of Fuzzarelly's brothers, FuzzyBob. I had thought there were two brothers, but I was wrong. Finally, we have Button Nose. She's an ecru colored english with a big brown nose marking and dark eyes. Got their cages up in quick time and they are settling in. How exciting to have so many new babies at once!

And be still my beating heart, the silk noil came today! I love you, Dave my UPS Guy. The silk is lightweight but with a nice, meaty hand. I will probably do a dye sample tonight since I really do need to get busy with this stuff.

I'll have plenty of non-Sweetie time as he will be working all weekend. We got spoiled there for awhile when for at least a year, he worked a regular 5 day week. Guess the new owners didn't get that memo. They are putting in new lines and cranking out a lot of product. Potato chips in every flavor. Also, corn chips and tortilla chips. And somebody on first shift quit and another is on vacation. So Sweetie works a lot of overtime keeping those wheels of industry turning.

I got those little finger splints (the folks at Davis Drugs must have seen and heard it all - no one batted an eye) and taped one onto Murgatroyd's right leg. (Was going to use Velcro but it was much too fussy.) She doesn't even seem to notice it or mind it. Here she is playing around with my new socks on the sheep.

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