Another year

I’m half-arsed pondering starting another 365 project this year. I don’t think I’m going to do another self-portrait one, but I am thinking about doing a photo a day of something. I need to get my hands on my camera more often. But then again, I have too many hobbies/interests as it is. Between the time-sucking net, knitting, mixed-media art, photography, crochet and trying to get back to blogging, there aren’t enough hours in the day. And did I mention my Doctor Who obsession, and reading, and playing Civilization? Somewhere in amongst all that I need to be with my family and sleep. Working and eating are optional.

One thing at a time. Perhaps I’ll renew my flickr pro account.

Hmm

When I haven’t been here in so long WordPress requires me to re-login, I know it’s been too long. The sad thing is, I don’t feel like I have the time right now, either. I need to get back to seaming up the afghan I made for my dad which is finally almost finished. I should be able to get that done before going to get Gavin from daycare, so I’ll only have the crochet edging to do tonight at knit night. I’ll leave you with a Gavinism:

Gav, I see on your paper [his sheet from daycare that says what they did that day] you guys talked about sand and what it’s made of. What is sand made of, buddy?

Mouse food!

I think my child is on crack.

Lobster Sweater!



LobsterSweater3, originally uploaded by DoctorKnit.

Because, really, lobsters need sweaters. If they could convince people they aren’t cold, perhaps they could avoid being dropped into boiling water. Could happen.

Overwhelmed

Last night I was trying to work on my dad’s afghan to get it done before he dies and I just got frustrated with all of it. I decided the square I was working on was too much work for a pattern I didn’t really seem to like, and then I decided I hated every square in that book and didn’t want to do any of it. I think I’m really just overwhelmed with the idea of finishing it. My mom tells me he’s sleeping more and more because his pain meds put him to sleep but he can’t stand to be without them. They went out to eat the other night and he had two hours’ worth of oxygen with him, but they ran out while they were on their way home and he was sitting in the car gasping. Mom needs me to show her how to turn on the closed captioning on her tv because Dad can’t hear it anymore. She said he’s forgetting more and more, which means I really need to write down all the things that are in my head, the stories he’s told me over the years. I don’t want to hear any of this! Can’t I just stick my head in the sand like an ostrich in the cartoons? La la la la la, happy place, happy place.

Zombie Jeebus socks

Have just cast on for my Zombie Jeebus socks. From the pattern,

A friend of Miss Lime’s has a 9-year old son. When mom told him that Jesus rose from the dead, the boy concluded that Jesus must be a zombie. The drop stitch pattern in this sock reminds me of a dark misty night where there just might be zombies things lurking about.

I’m using Jitterbug Colinette in the Castagna colourway. In case you were interested. ;) Problem is, I’m at the very beginning which means I’m doing the cuff ribbing. 18 rows of K2P2 rib is BORING. So boring that I’m procrastinating doing it by bitching about it in three different places. That is all.

weekly goals

Although “weekly” seems to imply that I actually do this every week, I set some for this week. Nothing catastrophic if I don’t achieve them, but for what it’s worth:

  • Finish one of my salto socks and start on the other one. Ok, not so much. Almost.
  • Finish a dishcloth for my mom. Would have been done already if we didn’t go to the zoo today, but should be finished tonight nonetheless.
  • Finish first square in my dad’s Great American Afghan. Done! Started on a second as well.
  • Take pictures. Done!
  • Do some Photoshop work. Also done!

Not so bad. About to upload some more pictures to flickr.

Haven’t fallen off the planet

I swear there’s some sort of time sucking vortex in my computer room which gets activated when I get on Ravelry. I know I haven’t been sitting here that long. Still having some depression issues as the trace amounts of serotonin in my brain are laughing at the tiny amounts of Zoloft slowly being reintroduced. I am getting off the damn computer now and going to knit some more on my socks. Yeah. :)