Unfurnished Brooklyn

Here we go.

I'm sitting here at my computer, taking a break from putting away summer clothes and sorting through laundry, catching up on blogs and the news, and suddenly I feel very weepy. It takes a few moments to realize why.

On the radio, Nat King Cole is singing the Christmas Song.

In general, I don't like Christmas music. I'm not big on holidays period, but Christmas music tends to irk me. Maybe because it's on heavy rotation immediately after Thanksgiving? I dunno. But this particular version is the only holiday song that I really like and makes me all sappy inside.

So. Hope you all had a great holiday, and a great weekend. My hand is back in action, so I'm knitting and back to blogging.

30 days hath November...

April, June, and September.

Aaaaand... my lungs! I made it!! No cigs!!

(Still want one.)

Peony is staring at me as I write this.

Maybe she's not happy that I posted an unflattering photo of her?

 

Actually, I did that test based on Babykitty, who is quite evil. See?

That's all I got for now. I'm going to take a break from knitting and blogging, as my hand is getting worse. I'm pulling an HMO scam in order to get it taken care of: changing my doctor to one that will see me today, then changing back to my regular doctor after I get my referral. Stupid system. Typing is not much fun. Knitting is sorta okay (I can do it using the sore hand very little), but why push it?

What the..?

I often find strange pictures on the camera memory card. I don't know what was going on here, but Cheb captured the moment. That's Peony, by the way. Food thief extraodinaire.

Last week I was on the subway waiting for the doors to open, and the trained jerked forward. I grabbed at the handrail (I want to say straps, but they don't exist anymore) and my hand slammed into it. There was a loud snap- my pinky bent backwards.  It hurt, but I pressed on.

So. It still hurts. I think I should get it looked at. My HMO won't allow me to see a specialist without a referral; my doctor requires an appointment before I can get a referral, and there isn't one available until maybe Friday. I can use the hand, but not for too long. No swelling, just achy. It'd be nice to just walk in and get the healthcare you need.

I can knit without a problem. So I started on a cowl with the Brooks Farm Mas Acero I scored at Rhinebeck. When I finally get to a doctor, I might get this hand wrapped, so it could be the last knitting I do for a while.

Decisions.

After finishing up a few pairs of socks... I'm socked out. Cari may wonder how that's even possible, but it's true. I need a different project.

Problem is, I don't know what to make next. I've pretty much gone through my stash, leaving only the heavier-weight yarn. Which would make for quick knitting, but I'm not quite feeling it.

I did buy some yarn at Rhinebeck, but for scarves. I haven't found any lacy patterns that I like. I might copy Cassie and make a smokering, but I'm also having hair issues. Right now, it's big & poofy. On purpose. But as it gets cooler, the poofiness doesn't work well with hats. I'm thinking of cutting it short- but five minutes after cutting it, I'm sure I'll miss the poofiness.

What's a girl to do?

Okay, so I missed a day

Cut me some slack. I can go a month without posting.

Look! Panda in a playground!

     

Truth is, I haven't gotten much sleep. Too happy. Too many phone calls and emails and general joyfulness. And emailing every D.C. related person I know trying to get info on inauguration tickets. I know the odds are astronomical; still trying, though.

And I'm knitting- only never get around to taking pics. There are three finished socks and a lace scarf. Must get on that.

Have a good weekend.

Yes.

Congratulations, President-Elect Barack Obama.

Must... not... watch... news.

It's like they're waiting to call it, and the polls aren't even closed yet. Geez.

I'm going to curl up on the couch with a book until the Daily Show comes on.

Vote!!

If you haven't already, get out there tomorrow and vote!!

I am going to be a nervous wreck all day tomorrow.

Rhinebeck

I was thinking of passing on Rhinebeck this year, but Cheb has been talking about it for weeks, reminding me about our trip to Rhinebeck in October. So I had to go.

I'm glad I did. I got to see people I haven't seen since the last time I went to Rhinebeck, and I picked up some more Brooks Farm yarn. Gosh, I love that stuff. Must take picture. Met some new people (hi Cecilia!), and pet lots of fuzzy animals. Good times.

Also had some laughs at the new carnival section:

Don't know why I got on that thing. Seemed a bit... rickety. And I kept going at the bottom, nearly hitting the fence.

Cheb pointed out this guy, painted on the side of the bouncy castle:

Put some pants on, willya?

Cheb volunteered at the magic show, not knowing what she volunteered for:

 

They knocked a breadstick from between her teeth with the clubs. She thought it was fun. I was horrified.

Bonus pic, from yesterday's baby shower:

Think I'll quit my job, and go from state to state, hustling people in bars.