this gimp's been knitting
Sunday, Mar. 01, 2009 at 9:06 a.m.
Hey Kids, remember me? I’m that person that occasionally shows up, blathers a bit, and then disappears. Well, I’m disappearing again to Florida come Wednesday. Apparently Dad isn’t doing too well. I’m actually alarmed a bit myself because Dad isn’t yelling at people anymore, even when being turned on his side, which usually sets him off like a firecracker. I did finish his “fiddle quilt”:
And he really likes it. Each stripe has a different knitted texture, and he seems to respond to the colors. Mom says she just lays it on his chest (it’s about 32” square) and he just starts clutching at it, turning it around in his fingers. I also have a couple of knitted, felted tubes, one of which I will insert a couple of those Chinese chiming balls. I think I will call those “fiddle sticks.” I’ve also been talking to a lady from my WW group who has a son with autism, and she thinks that things like that would be beneficial to autistic children. Cottage industry? Who knows.
Anyway, I’m not looking forward to the actual flying part, because I sprained my ankle the last time I was in FL – it seems that I can’t travel anywhere without injuring myself. I go to the Grand Canyon, I almost fall in and then I break my ribs, I go to FL and I manage to sprain my ankle when getting into Mom’s car. But since I didn’t know I actually sprained my ankle (which I blame on all the years of dancing, and not pole dancing, you foul-minded perverts, but classical ballet and shit) I came back home and proceeded to Zumba (high-aerobic dancing to loud salsa music) and really injured the hell out of my ankle, and now I’m wearing a calf-high cam walker BOOT, for crying out loud. So I get to go through airport security with this damn thing on my leg, sigh.
Sensory deprivation and back-up drugs, come hither.
Hubster’s already planning projects to do while I’m gone. I suspect he’ll actually get a good night’s sleep, as I seem to prohibit that for some reason, which I find odd as everytime I wake up during the night, he’s snoring like an asthmatic platypus with a very deviated septum.
Anyway, I’m off now to my recliner and I hope to avoid entropy. It might get up to 90* today, and that’s just too fricken hot for March. At this rate, it will be 100* before the equinox, and that’s just too messed up.