BIG Mis-STEAK
Fed the Bossy One some steak over the weekend, spoiling him rotten as usual. Let's just say it didn't agree with his delicate tummy. Repeatedly. If anyone needs me later, I'll be shampooing the carpet, after bathing the dog. It's not his fault, I should have known better, and he did try to warn me that something was amiss, but I am clueless and preoccupied and missed the signals until it was Too Late. He feels terrible and is most apologetic.


And I've decided that I need to relocate for the sake of my knitting - I want to live somewhere I can knit with Cascade 220 much more often, for just about everything. I love this stuff SO much. I'm nearly through the bright green bag, I can't wait to felt it and see how the colors work - there's a lot of yellow in the green, I think it will be very sunny and citrus-y. I also think that after I get through these three bags and accompanying mice, I will be done with this binge, and will move on to something else. I'm still in the mode of making things to give away - I don't really want any souvenirs of this negative, dark time in my life.


On that note, though I've been sleeping pretty well lately, this weekend was an Insomnia Festival - last night was awful, woke at 1 for no reason at all, couldn't fall asleep again no matter what I tried, finally did, woke again an hour later. This morning it dawned on me - I didn't knit last evening. I think that really makes a difference - just like meditation or prayer or yoga, knitting close to bedtime does something to my brain that puts me into a better sleep mode. I'm going to make a point of knitting this evening, and see if that does make a difference.


The new Knitty is out - I just skimmed it, I'll go back for a more detailed reading later. First impressions - cute, cute stuff! I noted that Rob's socks are made out of the same Fixation I used for the Barbie dress - Italian Ice - the dress, btw, was a big hit with the child's mother, I'll get a report on how the child liked it later.


And now I have some serious cleaning to do, before starting the round of phone calls, sorting through bills, and other business of cancer world, and before heading for the nursing home to actually spend time with my husband. The work of keeping things going and dealing with the bureaucratic issues sometimes pushes the dying person to the sidelines - and that is so wrong, but it's how it is.