Happy Sunday! I don’t know about you, but I’m enjoying the crisp feel to the air these days!
While I think this photo might be insulting to self-respecting witches, I had to share:
It’s fall again! Time for the Amazing Autumn Coffee Swap! Questionnaire below the cut (and on the questionnaire page).
I know I’ve been mostly absent. I wonder if it’s the weather changing, but then I love autumn and am so ready for cooler temps. We’re not quite there yet - still wearing shorts and the a/c is on in the bedrooms. I’m feeling a little off, a little quiet, a little fragile. Not sure what’s the cause, but I’m taking the time to figure it out.
This is my last week of physical therapy. I dread going, every time, but am glad when I do. I feel better, looser, like I’ve accomplished something once I’ve gone. My knees still hurt, but they’re stronger. I guess I’ll never again be able to sit “school-style” or on my feet, as I always have, and that saddens me. I’m too young for this, I think, but there it is. It’s not an injury or something that can be reversed, I’m told. It’s degenerative, auto-immune-related, etc. It’s crap, that’s what it is. One more thing I have to give up, to deal with, etc.
I got a wild hair and started cataloging my yarn, which entails winding it into cakes, photographing and weighing it and entering it into my own spreadsheet. Oy. I start these projects, you know? Anyway, the impetus of this was to make more room. I have a cedar chest that was chock full of mostly inherited acrylics, so I started there. I have indeed made room, now I just have to figure out how I want to organize the rest. I have clear tubs and I think I will start there, organized by fiber type then color.
I’m sure this is thrilling you.
I don’t want to talk politics because I’m so beyond disgusted. Suffice it to say that I cannot fathom how John McCain can keep a straight face throughout his completely mean-spirited and deceitful speeches. And how does he sleep at night? I know….as much can be said for the majority, right? Sigh.
The drama with Melody and the girl next door continue and I continue to worry. She sits alone on the bus because they won’t let her sit with them. Yesterday she told me that whenever she tries to talk to Kayla, she sticks her hand up and says, “NO!” Grrrr. This wouldn’t be such an issue for me if there was anyone else Melody even talked to, you know? It’s so hard for me to sit on the sidelines and “coach” instead of taking action, but that’s what I’m doing.
I leave you with a funny:
Originally uploaded by Cetta
Anyone want to buy a Buca di Beppo card off me? My mother bought me one, and they just closed the one near me! You paypal me $20, I’ll mail you a $25 card.
Paul Newman
1925-2008
LJ username = melliesmama
