And The Medal

I *so* deserve this! Also the lovely certificate I printed out and will be asking someone with *much* better handwriting than mine to write my name on!

I’m still a bit wounded – one day not knitting has not completely cleared up the pain/inflammation in my right wrist and arm. I did knit some today, on a dropped stitch scarf in burnt orange not quite sock yarn for my friend Victoria’s Longhorn fan daughter. Some pain, not a lot. I got a manicure, which helped, and I’m taking Advil, which also helps. And Victoria and I have concocted a mixture of essential oils that I hope will help. It’s a fairly unpleasant color of blue (German chamomile), but doesn’t seem to be staining the skin. She also loaned me a round piece of fluorite to hold in my palm, which also seems to help. I’m considering seeing if I can sleep with it in my hand. If nothing else, it’s cooling, and I figure that can’t hurt!

I think I’ll stick with the scarf or the long-term shrug project, which both have larger needles than socks or fingerless gloves, until the inflammation goes away. Any time it wants to do that will be fine with me!

Great indignation has been expressed by a couple of people (who aren’t me) about DS forgetting my birthday last week and then *blaming me for it*! I have passed that on to DS. Who didn’t seem all that upset about it, sadly.

I really need to light a fire under his butt to get him out *really* job hunting. So he can move out of the house, even though that means taking the grandbabies with him. They really can’t live in his bathroom much longer! We’ve been letting them run around in the house, with the doors closed to rooms where they can’t go (like the utility room where the litter box and food bowls for the big kitties live). They love doing that. And Simba loves playing with them. They all especially love playing chase, which is fun to watch, especially when that ol’ nasty gravity they all prefer not to believe in reaches out and bops them.<g> What can be really funny is that if they’ve been out for a while, or if it’s near dinner time, you can open the door to their room and they voluntarily go back in their room. I’ve done it many times now, and it’s still hard to believe, even when you’re watching it. They’re 6.5 months old now, so I guess some maturity is sinking in. Kinda cool!

Well, back to email, my computer games, and soon, sleep.