Totally Random free association Stuff
Nov. 21st, 2012 12:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichI need a new hat for winter. I have a black knitted one that I like but it was cheaply made and the brim of the hat is falling apart. Not to mention that it, being sized for the average woman's head, is slightly too small for me so the stretching of it hasn't helped with the whole 'falling apart' bit. What I have now, and want again, is one that looks something like this but with a fatter brim, one that can go over my ears and keep them warm.
While out shopping with Bossman I looked for a replacement and at the third disappointment just quit in disgust. It was not until we were driving home again that the thought occurred to me - I can make one myself FOR myself. I'm so used to giving away what I craft that I forgot I could make something for me, on purpose! How dumb is that? So in a few minutes I'll be off to the yarn store to purchase something pretty.
We're having a small THanksgiving dinner tomorrow, just Bossman & I, and our Youngest and his roommate. In the manner of all mothers everywhere, I miss my Eldest, who will not be here. But as a surprise the youngest told me that he actually isn't working tomorrow, which is so bizarre that I'm not sure how the day will play out. We're more accustomed to rushing the meal towards noon so he can get to work by 4:00pm.
We saw Skyfall and while I do love the Classic James Bond films of my youth, I have to admit that I like the 'new' Bond too. I suppose this means that I should get around to watching the first two 007 movies that he's made.
Our bathrooms and kitchen will be measured for flooring next week. We have the floor ordered for one bathroom. Once that is installed we'll order the floor for the other bathroom. (I'm hoping Bossman will be inspired to get the walls in beforehand, which will naturally lead to installing the new cabinet/sink, then maybe even finishing that room.) The master bathroom, the smaller one, will take longer to finish as I will need to budget for a new cabinet & mirror/lights. And painting the walls. I have terrified Bossman by telling him that I want to 'do that room in Egyptian Art Deco'. Yeah, it sounds weird but heck - we're not going to move from this house until we die and once we do the walls will be painted over in stark white in order to please the realtor. So why not indulge a fantasy in the most private room in the house? Besides - he gets to plan the main bathroom so this is only fair. Right?
I've a new project for my SCA job, which is going to involve an Excel spreadsheet and a lot of typing (initially) but is going to make the job SO much easier in the future. I'll be starting on that later today. After the yarn-store trip. I'm really enjoying my SCA job now that I've got a bit of a handle on the mechanics of it. Doing the work is easier so now I can slow down, if you will, enough to actually read and learn things that I was scanning past earlier. I might even become a true herald. Who knows? So long as I don't ever have to herald the fighting field.
I'm restricted to no more tha 15 minutes standing on my feet. In a way, the restriction is reducing my internal stress, since having a doctor diagnose that there really is something wrong and it isn't just me being indulgently lazy helps to quiet the driving nag in my mind. And I admit, I did appreciate the handicapped-tag yesterday when I had to make a run to the store, although I am still struggling with seeing it as something I need rather than as some kind of a cheat I'm using. I'll see the neurosurgeon in early January to learn exactly what is wrong and what can be done to address it. A preliminary set of X-rays (my Ghod do I love "MyChart" and the automatic instant test report that they now have as policy!) have shown that I have a narrowing of the opening between L-4/S-1 in my spine, which explains the leg weakness that I thought was "you don't exercise enough and now you're just a weakling" and the hnumbness (which was, "wow, that's weird."). I am looking forward to whatever PT sessions I will be sent to so I can learn what to do to increase my mobility and decrease the likelihood of further damage. Or at least slow down the progression, yes?
The jet noise overhead and echoing from the Navy base is so loud that I cannot listen to music here in our library. "The sound of freedom". Yeah, well, I liked it better when 'freedom' was more at the F-14 noise level than the ones now. Doesn't louder = less efficient? (Wah.)
Okay, off to frolic in the yarn aisle.
While out shopping with Bossman I looked for a replacement and at the third disappointment just quit in disgust. It was not until we were driving home again that the thought occurred to me - I can make one myself FOR myself. I'm so used to giving away what I craft that I forgot I could make something for me, on purpose! How dumb is that? So in a few minutes I'll be off to the yarn store to purchase something pretty.
We're having a small THanksgiving dinner tomorrow, just Bossman & I, and our Youngest and his roommate. In the manner of all mothers everywhere, I miss my Eldest, who will not be here. But as a surprise the youngest told me that he actually isn't working tomorrow, which is so bizarre that I'm not sure how the day will play out. We're more accustomed to rushing the meal towards noon so he can get to work by 4:00pm.
We saw Skyfall and while I do love the Classic James Bond films of my youth, I have to admit that I like the 'new' Bond too. I suppose this means that I should get around to watching the first two 007 movies that he's made.
Our bathrooms and kitchen will be measured for flooring next week. We have the floor ordered for one bathroom. Once that is installed we'll order the floor for the other bathroom. (I'm hoping Bossman will be inspired to get the walls in beforehand, which will naturally lead to installing the new cabinet/sink, then maybe even finishing that room.) The master bathroom, the smaller one, will take longer to finish as I will need to budget for a new cabinet & mirror/lights. And painting the walls. I have terrified Bossman by telling him that I want to 'do that room in Egyptian Art Deco'. Yeah, it sounds weird but heck - we're not going to move from this house until we die and once we do the walls will be painted over in stark white in order to please the realtor. So why not indulge a fantasy in the most private room in the house? Besides - he gets to plan the main bathroom so this is only fair. Right?
I've a new project for my SCA job, which is going to involve an Excel spreadsheet and a lot of typing (initially) but is going to make the job SO much easier in the future. I'll be starting on that later today. After the yarn-store trip. I'm really enjoying my SCA job now that I've got a bit of a handle on the mechanics of it. Doing the work is easier so now I can slow down, if you will, enough to actually read and learn things that I was scanning past earlier. I might even become a true herald. Who knows? So long as I don't ever have to herald the fighting field.
I'm restricted to no more tha 15 minutes standing on my feet. In a way, the restriction is reducing my internal stress, since having a doctor diagnose that there really is something wrong and it isn't just me being indulgently lazy helps to quiet the driving nag in my mind. And I admit, I did appreciate the handicapped-tag yesterday when I had to make a run to the store, although I am still struggling with seeing it as something I need rather than as some kind of a cheat I'm using. I'll see the neurosurgeon in early January to learn exactly what is wrong and what can be done to address it. A preliminary set of X-rays (my Ghod do I love "MyChart" and the automatic instant test report that they now have as policy!) have shown that I have a narrowing of the opening between L-4/S-1 in my spine, which explains the leg weakness that I thought was "you don't exercise enough and now you're just a weakling" and the hnumbness (which was, "wow, that's weird."). I am looking forward to whatever PT sessions I will be sent to so I can learn what to do to increase my mobility and decrease the likelihood of further damage. Or at least slow down the progression, yes?
The jet noise overhead and echoing from the Navy base is so loud that I cannot listen to music here in our library. "The sound of freedom". Yeah, well, I liked it better when 'freedom' was more at the F-14 noise level than the ones now. Doesn't louder = less efficient? (Wah.)
Okay, off to frolic in the yarn aisle.
