I have really got to get this whole internet/no internet thing back in balance. I am so out of whack with the keeping up with everybody! Sorry!
I broke myself. Playing basketball, no less. It's been five days, and I'm still hurting. It hurt so bad the first day that I actually hauled myself to the ER for x-rays. I couldn't put weight on it or anything, and it really doesn't feel like any other sprain I've ever had, but they couldn't find a fracture, so I go to the orthopedist tomorrow to see what they might have to offer. I can't tell you how much this is pissing me off. I was doing so well with the whole going-to-the-gym thing, seriously busting my ass three times a week, and now this. I can hardly get off my damn chair. Color me unhappy. I'm trying not to be too cranky, but I think my faux-chipper facade is wearing thin, and I'm glad that Taylor is at Nona's for a couple of days where she doesn't have to witness The Grumpy.
Okay, enough with the whining. I have some good news, too. The first is that I'm getting my tattoo on Friday. It's a skeleton, in the danse macabre/momento mori tradition, not the Grateful Dead tradition. I already gave the artwork to the artist, otherwise I'd show you a photo. I guess you'll have to wait until the end of the week. I'm pretty stoked about the whole thing. It's spendy, but whatever. You only live once, and that's kind of the whole point of the tattoo in the first place. Mom is certain that I'm bound to get a Harley Davidson tattoo on my ass next. Not that I have anything against the whole biker mystique or anything, it's just not for me. You ought to know that by now, Mom.
My other happy news is that I'm going to Yarn School this fall. Check it out. Maybe you'll want to join me.
Also, I'm planning a huge garden this year. Adam and Taylor are going to have to pick up the slack for me for the first bit, in terms of Spring planting, but they'll live.
I'll turn her into a gardener, by God. Actually she's fine with everything except the weeding--kinda like every other gardener I know.
Poor Shanda gets suckered into all my projects. She is such a good sport. She also cooked us dinner, because she is awesome like that. I'm so glad she married into the family.
The seeds flats on the germination mats, on the light table thingy that Adam built for me a few years ago. Those heating mats make germination a breeze.
Lazy cats. Because no post is complete without my lazy little pals. You'll notice my messy bed. That's the way it always is, because I don't make it unless company is coming. There are better things to do, like dick around on the internet and knit:
See? This is pretty much what I've been doing these past few days. Aside from almost upchucking because I can't tolerate pain killers, and general grumpiness, I've been knitting and reading knitting blogs. That's fun for a bit, but I'm about to go mad with The Boredom. But before I go mad, I need to finish this scarf first:
It's my first lace, actually my first project that goes beyond knit and purl. Pretty neat. Hopefully I won't do something weird and screw up the blocking. That will also be a first for me. You can find the pattern here, as a pdf file. I'm almost done with it, and if the blocking goes well, and it doesn't suck too badly, I shall post a photo.
Also, Taylor got a new violin, a 3/4 size which is up from the 1/2 size that she is currently on. We're hoping to make the transition to the bigger instrument this month, so we don't have to make another rental payment on the smaller violin. They need to make self-nagging violins, so I can quit bugging her to practice. That would be perfect.
That's all for now. I have a whole bunch of yarn-related photos that I'm going to turn into a separate post.
