Thanks so much for all the well-wishing. I do feel a lot better, and booked an appointment for April for a physical where I intend to ask the doctor for my x-ray results. He’s off snorkelling in the Caribbean somewhere for the next few weeks, so I’m not even going to try to pry any information out of the receptionist. At my age, I only have so many battles left in me, and I’m trying to choose them wisely.
On a knitterly note, I got all excited day before yesterday because I got a parcel notification in the mail. I was pretty sure it was my knitPicks order, so I restrained myself as long as I could before I drove off to the post office to pick it up. Imagine my disappointment when I found that it was a renewal credit card, and not even for me. Yes, Mike is free to continue to not bolster the economy. If it was up to people like Mike, the economy would be even worse. The man doesn’t buy anything. He has no hobbies that require an outlay of money. We balance each other nicely there. Having gotten on with my life in spite of the disappointment, I picked up the mail today, and the parcel was there! I had ordered some needles (2.25, 2.75 and 3.0 mm) in 24 inch and 32 inch lengths. The joins are ever-so-smooth, and I am excited to use them. I think I’ll wait for the next pair of socks, just to prove that I have the patience to finish this pair using the old needles. Or, I may just go ahead and change right now. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
Oh, yeah. In the package were a couple of other things.
This stuff has great names.
50% Merino, 25% nylon and 25% Alpaca. Nice and squooshy! I justified the purchase by mentally earmarking the Woodsman for Mike, the Pirate King for Andy, and the Evil Stepmother for me. (No snickering- maybe if it was Evil Mother-in-law to be.) At my current rate of a sock a week, I should have this knit up in 6 weeks (providing I let it jump to the front of the ever-lengthening queue). Did you ever notice how strange the word “queue” looks? But I digress…
Today is the 29th anniversary of the first time I proposed to Mike. This set a pattern of behaviour that was repeated every week for two years until he decided that it was a good idea. If I did that now, he’d probably take out a restraining order. Isn’t evolution marvellous.