Cold knitting

It snowed a few days ago. It was weird as shit, like we time jumped back to the mid 90s (for real. We rarely get this much snow so early in December)

I wanted to share a pic of a scarf I started because I am not writing right now (a mixture of this overwhelming season and teetering in the edge of another bad brain day)

It took a few moments to get a decent shot because it’s so bright it washed out in the initial photo.

Behold the brightness!!


word vomit

I’m just going to blather on about various things.


Have I written anything? No.
Have I worked on edits? No.
Have I thought of a title for the book? Maybe?
Have I looked up to see if a word is copyrighted? Yes, so this means that one of  my stories is going to have  a different title in the book (but not on here)
Am I going to write today? Maybe? Possibly?


I am currently working on version 2.0 of a blanket I had intended to make years ago. Isn’t that how it goes? You buy all the supplies you think you need with all the intention of “as soon as I finish this project this will be my next thing” and you realize it’s been like…2 or more years and you’re staring at it going: I could make this better a different way.

Yeah, that’s how this is going.

The parts to Blanket1.0 was already made and just needed to be stitched together, which I never got around to doing (because I kind of forgot about it) and then I realized: I have the S loom now and it should, in theory, be easier to make a small blanket with it. So, I pulled apart one of the panels, re-rolled it, and started remaking it.

Currently, Blanket2.0 is measuring 65″ wide and 20″ long and I have run out of the yarn from the first panels (3 panels, each 1 skein. so I’m down 1 skein of yarn now and now I’ll have to pull apart panel 2, re-roll it, and continue working on the piece) I’m hoping that, by the time I’m done, it’ll have made a nice little lapblanket or so.


Jamie decided to rearrange the bedroom last night, saying that moving the furniture wasn’t a problem (yet I found the computer mouse in the nightstand), but moving all of our decorations was a pain in the ass, he gave up, and I could work on it today.

Well, the decorations are mostly all back up and my fingers hurt from putting tacks back in the wall (hey, it’s our house, we can deal with it later), and I spent roughly two hours looking for the mouse so I could cut on the computer so I could cut something on to listen to while the Trex were charging. The mouse was in the nightstand.

The bedroom looks better and I still have some stuff around the house that needs to be done (laundry mainly) and the dogs won’t go outside because it’s raining except for Cricket and I do not want to chase her fluffy butt around the backyard trying to get her back in, so pitbulls win this round and everyone’s staying inside

Jamie surprised me and bought me a Giant Sloth! This thing is taller than both of us, as well as a coworker who swears he’s 6ft tall, so I’m guessing it’s approximately 75″ long. It’s massive and I joked to Jamie that he bought me a fursuit and he shot back “Nope, it’s a mannequin.” good point.

I spent a little while last night, while trying to go to sleep, trying to think of the best way to use it as a base for making a me-size mannequin. I can easily put an old shirt on it for torso/arms, but I’d probably have to find a pair of shrunk pj pants that I don’t wear. And then it’d be all “how would I wrap it, what would I wrap it with, what can I use to make sure I don’t actually cut the toy” and then spent a few minutes thinking on the way I could use its head as a base for a fursuit head.

Jamie wants a fursuit by next Halloween. I think we could do it.


We’re in the holiday season and corporate is sending us loads of extra stuff. We haven’t even really begun getting the Black Friday stuff yet, and our stockroom looks…fucking awful. I was expecting at least a few more days before the labyrinth of pallets/stock was needed to pass before getting to the breakroom, but that shit started over the weekend.

I also got super aggrevated at everyone last night to the point where I looked at Weeaboo (coworker) and went “It’s the holiday season, y’all can survive or y’all can’t. I am fucking done with this.” and went back to finishing someone else’s job because it needed to be done and the store manager was still roaming the store and I didn’t want to get chewed out for someone else not finishing their work.

At one point, The Queen (one of the managers) just stopped talking to me because she saw the look on my face of “are you fucking kidding me, fine I’ll do it myself.” And Ajax got to listen to me bitch about various things while he was re-stocking the freezer.

I was talking to Jamie about it, after I’d clocked out and had spent my time hiding in the back (finishing the morning shift’s work) and calming myself down, and we both came to a horrible realization:

There’s only two people that work his department that worked Black Friday/Thanksgiving last year (him and another guy). Coworker Derp (I told him his nickname and he laughed, he said it was perfect because, as he says he’s “a total derp.”) was in my department last year so he has no idea what he’s in store for.

I am the only person who works past 6pm in my department that has worked Black Friday/Thanksgiving. Granted, I was a cashier last year so I didn’t get to experience the department on those days, but I was there leading up to it and I am one of the…3? 4? people who know how to make trays and I was right in there with the others making trays for people.

None of the closers have ever worked this season before in this department. I am the only one (which is probably why I got scheduled as a closer for the department this year). I am fucked. Especially because Weeaboo will straight up lie to customers, New Person has been here for like a week (and it’s their first job ever), Timid still refuses to answer the phone, and the only person who’s even asked questions about trays has been New Person and they haven’t even seen how to do any of them. Wait, let me correct that, Cheese will help set up for trays because he’s a nice guy, but even he’s getting tired of the bullshit that is our department.

For non-retail folk, this seems like a huge waste of time/energy to be worrying about it now. But, for retail-people, dude…that shit’s in like 2 weeks.

And now I need to stop complaining about work because it’s just irritating me all over again. But, I also do need to see what the dogs are barking at.

Oh! speaking of:

I got a photo text the other day from Jamie as he was coming home. It’s a photo of Hobbes, standing on top of his crate, staring out of the dog room window like a creeper. I’m just glad Hobbes didn’t decided to jump through the screen because the window was open (hey, it was a nice day that day)

Get out of the funk

I love autumn. It’s by far my favorite time of year. The leaves are turning crisp, it shouldn’t be as terribly muggy as it usually is during the summer, but it’s not yet freezing. Pumpkins, flannel shirts, an almost…sigh of relief that things are starting to wind down.

And, there’s Halloween. Best holiday ever.

Fall is where Jamie and I seem to be most ourselves. It’s not unbearably hot for him, but it’s not freezing for me (and I can start to guess at how bad winter will be for my bones). We’ve been in a hell of a funk lately (for a while actually) and we’ve decided to work on trying to get ourselves out of it. The longer we’re here, the less we care about things. The longer we’re here, the less energy we have.

Work is making its way into that unforgivable season, showing bits and bobs of Christmas merchandise here and there (or stuffing the stock room completely full of shit), and it’s a sign that we need to winterize the house. The attic window needs to be nailed shut again (the weight in it is broken so it’s constantly fighting to go up), I need to re-seal the window where the washer tube goes out of, and I also need to seal the doorway that leads to the staircase that goes into the backyard because we never replaced the window that Hobbes broke (it was a fairly thick plexiglass, and it’s been spring/summer, so way down on the priorities list).

For whatever reason, I was thinking about this…throwaway description? maybe? from a Dan Simmons novel that I’d read years ago and hadn’t really thought of since. In it, he makes a note of how this house’s second floor is sealed off via plastic at the doorway and I was like “I wonder if I could do that with the basement. That’s what? Painters plastic and duct tape?”


I wanted to update with more positive things, so that’s what I’m going to do.

+ I finished SuperSekritProject (have I mentioned that already?) and was able to get a few photos, measure it (which the measurements were kinda weird, so I’m going to go by how the measurements were on the loom), and folded it up, tied some ribbon around it, and set it to the side for the unsuspecting recipient.

He got it the next day and was surprised and thankful for it. Jamie had to get it for him because I was working and he stopped by to tell me thanks. Yesterday morning, he told me that his wife was thrilled by it and that I should “be proud” of myself for “such an intricate piece of work.” I’m just glad my self-imposed deadline of “October” was a success because the baby is due here in a few weeks (and it was a crib blanket).

I wanted to make it a crib blanket because every time you look up “baby blanket,” it showed this small square and I don’t want to make just something that’s the size of a swaddle cloth or that is small enough to where it’ll be useless after a couple of months. A crib blanket can be used for a while, and, if the kid gets attached, a pseudo security blanket until they’re ready to put it away. I wanted a longer lasting peice, and I think that’s what I came out with, so I’m happy with it.

+ I turned around and immediately started making a new shawl with this skein that Jamie found for me for a dollar. The colouration at the beginning was pretty great (dark pink, pink, purple) and then it went to blue…just blue. All the blue. Blue that never ends. And then white and a little bit of pink at the end. So the whole thing looks kind of…weird. I told Jamie I wasn’t thrilled with it and he agreed: it looks odd.

+ I started on a new shawl, with a chunkier yarn, and this time it’s in purples. The colours seem to be more the same length throughout the skein, but we’ll see when it starts getting smaller.

The downside to chunkier yarn: my hands hurt so much faster.

+ I did realize that, while I am almost 100% completely done with laundry at the moment (including extra blankets, dog stuff, and fabric), I could start going through all of my finished projects and throw them into a pile to be washed. Not blocked, but just washed/dried  to get them nice and clean and dust free. And there’s a tote of probably finished shawls that has a layer of cat hair on them because the cats decided it was their bed during the spring and before we moved the craft stuff back down into the basement.

While thinking on that, I also realized that I might have enough finished items to have a table at a craft show or something, and that cracked me up a bit.

It’s cold and miserable

The weather outside, while grey and dank, has been quite enjoyable for me today. The driveway is flooded and part of the bus route is flooded/closed. Half our street is closed as well and, while I did mark off work due to “natural disaster,” I’m fairly certain that some of it has gone down a tad since I marked off. If anyone has an issue with it, I can always say that I repeat myself fairly consistently starting around now: we live in a bowl. You have to go uphill to get in or out of our neighborhood. If one part floods, the other part is probably closed. If one part floods, chances are the other part has flooded. Yes, we do live in a part of the neighborhood where flood insurance isn’t needed, but I also ride the bus to work and I am not trotting my tiny little ass two miles in the opposite direction in hopes of catching the bus and hoping that downtown hasn’t flooded out again.


I am a cold turtle, so I made chili. Being a somewhat lazy turtle, it’s a vegetarian style chili. And I have more beans, lentils, and rice than I have meat so vegetarian it is. It’s pretty tasty, so here’s to hoping the cats don’t stick their paws in it later on.


SuperSekritProject is nearing completion, which is good because my deadline of “October” is nearing and, while working on the project, I’ve realized a handful of things:

+ I need another cloth measuring tape. I’d say I need a new one, but I’m sure mine is around here somewhere and I haven’t seen it in months. It’s useful.
+ I have lost track of what side is supposed to be 60″ long so many times
+ 6 rows = 1 inch has somehow turned into “I think 5 rows is an inch now, when did that happen?”
+ I need to get those little hooky things, not row counters, but those little plastic almost safety-pin things for knitting so I can keep track of things, like every 12″ I’ve completed because, for this project, that shit would be useful
+ measuring things via a pair of busted ear buds and using a knitting needle to figure out footage is weird

During this project I have had two people come to me for other people and say they want something made. I have seen the two people that have approached the other two people and neither one of them has made any attempts to talk with me about having an item made. One of these people made the comment about how I don’t need to go out and get more yarn for SuperSekritProject because I “already had some” and I wonder if they’re colourblind. The other one hasn’t even made an attempt to even talk with the person who approached me about their wants since it was first brought up. I’ve come to the conclusion that these two people didn’t really want me to make them anything, they just wanted to know what I would say.

So, fuck it. I’ll continue making what I want to make and go from there.

Jamie and I went to Michaels this past weekend and it was…freakishly busy. Like I’m talking “a bunch of people realized that slime was on sale and Christmas stuff just rolled in” busy. It was really unnerving.

Jamie and I lost each other about 12 times. He got distracted by woodworking stuff, I got distracted by yarn sales. He picked out some fun ribbon and I somehow calmed a kid down by talking about how awesome the rat statue thing was (the kid saw it and freaked, I picked it up and squeed about how cute it was and then realized a kid was nearby freaking out over the faux rat). He got some carving blocks and I got more yarn to add to the hoard.

We also hit up Lowes, where Jamie bought more wood and I made  mental note of where to get brown paper in rolls for patterns (I miss my giant rolls of paper, but they’d be gone by now anyway)

As for writing, I’m jotting down a few things for a couple different ideas. I’m not going at it as I should, because I want to finish some stuff, but it’s mainly because I’m trying to lay off the horror for a bit that’s caused an uptick in nightmares and excessive paranoia. So, laying off listening and reading much horror as well. Hopefully that’ll bring me back around to my normal self.

what’s going on

Life update! (omg I’m so tired. can I like sleep for two days or something?)

Dad finally got released from the hospital day before yesterday (woo!) and Jamie and I got them from their house to take them grocery shopping. My mom hasn’t driven in years (safety reasons due to her disability) and dad was her transportation. Until he can drive again (he’s a stubborn asshole, he’ll be driving again by Christmas), it’ll be an amalgamation of Jamie, aunts, and an uncle driving them to where they need to go (grocery store, bank, doctor appointments).

We got to the store, where dad decided that he was Getting Out of the Car, and Jamie made sure they had front-door service.

A brief rundown:
+ Dad immediately hit the door to get into the store. Twice.
+ He almost hit another person riding in one of the rider carts
+ He ignored the frozen section (which we had to go back to later on) because he wanted coffee
+ He spent 20 minutes slowly making his way to the coffee cakes, missing the aisle twice despite directions, and talking about how he had to have his coffee cake. He was disappointed it was Hostess and not Little Debbie, but said it was good enough
+ He hit mom’s rider cart 3 times
+ He almost plowed over one of my regular’s little girl. I apologized in advance, but she thought it was kind of hilarious and was ok with it (because you can tell my dad has something wrong with him)
+ He hit 3 people
+ He ran into multiple displays
+ He tried to take out one of my coworkers at the knees
+ He disappeared on me when I went to get a new rider cart cuz his died
+ I spent more time chasing him around than I did helping them get groceries. Jamie was with mom, who found the whole thing hilarious
+ Instead of staying in the rider cart when we were checking out, he parked it who knows where and stood at an empty register and tried to argue about walking out the door
+ Jamie brought the car back to the entrance and dad slammed right into the car in the rider cart mom was using because she and I told him to get his ass in that seat.

The weirder part:

This is the first time in 15 years that my dad has said more than a sentence to me. My family holds stupid grudges, and he’s the worst about it.

This is the first time in about 14 or 15 years that my dad has said anything to Jamie that wasn’t a threat against him. (besides the time about 5 years ago when he straight up ignored me and asked Jamie if he wanted a sewing table [sewing machine built into a desk] because he wanted it out of the house)

Jamie and I figure that it’s because he’d been cooped up in a hospital for 2 and a half months and hadn’t really been able to interact with many people. We guess that when he gets better and is able to talk to people he usually talks to then he’ll go back to ignoring us.


We finally got out of the store, brought them back home and brought in their groceries. I helped mom get them out of the bags and dad almost tripped over the case of water we got. I made a comment along the lines of “that’s just what we need, for you to trip and die.”

Dad said that was fine and I told him I wasn’t ready to roll his ass under the porch just yet and he responded with something and all I heard was the word “prison.” This is because I am losing my hearing and dad’s loud voice is about as low-volume as mine is now.

It was a tiring, mortifying, hilarious excursion and now I feel like I need a desk calander or something to set up on the wall at the desk so I can make notes of doctors appointments and whatnot for them so we can figure out if we can take them or if my uncle Mike needs to take them.

Dad told me that the medical staff who worked with him told them that they’d never seen someone recover so fast from a massive stroke like he did and I told him “That’s because you’re stubborn.”

He went “Ya damn right.”

He’s a stubborn asshole and he knows it. He’ll be back to almost normal by Christmas.


Other than that!

We have Upper Management coming to work on Sunday (to tell us everything that is wrong with our store because we are the worst store in the district because most of the employees don’t give a shit). So everyone’s been freaking out and doing extra cleaning and I’m of two minds. One is: some of this stuff should’ve been beaten into everyone’s heads anyway (pick up stuff on the floor if you see it, don’t assume someone else will come back and get it) The second is: maybe now the department will stay clean like it’s supposed to.

I try to keep the department clean. I know I’m a walking disaster, but I try to clean my shit up. But, the dm is like “by the time we’re done, you’ll be able to eat off the floor.” She is damned and determined to get that place as perfect as possible.

I had a customer last night who had a bunch of yarn in her buggie, so I asked what she was going to be making with it. She told me we had a bunch of yarn on sale and we gabbed about yarn for a few minutes before she wandered off and I immediately texted Jamie about it. 10 minutes later, I didn’t know he’d come back to work, he’s rolling up with 3 bags of yarn.

I love my bear. He knows me so well.

Speaking of yarn:

I am working on SuperSekritProject, which Manager Happy saw me working on and he thought it was super cool. He asked me to make him one as well and, y’know, maybe I will. I still gotta make one of the overnight guys a beanie (if he’ll ever tell me what colour he wants. It’s been forever and he still only asks me if I’ll make him a hat. I told him to tell me what colour he wants and it’s not a problem because he’s a great guy and…I have a ton of yarn). I’ve got…approximately…32 inches left on it? I’ll have to measure and see. I’m really not sure. And, I’ve got just over a month to finish it (omg)

MJ asked me if I could make a shawl for someone if they provided the yarn. Yeah, sure, whatever. Might be a little bit though cuz I’m working on SuperSekritProject and she asked for photos of the shawls I’ve made to give an idea of sizing. If I could find my fabric measuring tape, I’d measure one of the shawls I’ve got up here to let her know, but I went to my IG account and screenshotted some of the pics I’d posted up there and sent them to her as a “maybe these will help” kinda thing. Haven’t really heard back yet and I’m cool with that.

Writing has come to a pseudo halt. Mainly because I’m tired and doing other things instead of sitting my butt down and actually writing (this is why I’m not a professional). I was listening to last week’s NoSleep episode and one of their stories made me think of an idea and I’m like Noooo stop. Stop Brain. We have so many other stories to work on, stop being all “Ooooo Shiny” when a new idea pops up.

So I wrote like half a page of notes in the notebook I’m using for my Halloween story that I need to finish. It’s mixed in with an idea that keeps poking me and telling me it’s a YA setting and I’m like “really. I know you like YA stories and stuff, but why are you wanting to make a YA story?” But, whatever I guess. I’ll see what comes out and hopefully it’ll be a finished product.

Jamie went to Harbor Freight yesterday looking for pet-safe ant killer (it’s been a few years since we’ve had ants all in the kitchen and guess what we woke up to a few days ago? Ants everywhere). He said they’d used it when Poedog was little and it was overwhelmingly peppermint.

He didn’t find it, but he did come home with a machete.

I am a tired turtle

I may not make much sense in the post, so I’ll do my usual “+” thing in hopes of keeping things at least somewhat coherent.

I am a tired turtle, y’all.

+ With our New Program at work, things have been insane. There’s not enough people for the jobs that they want done, things aren’t getting done, and despite the fact that it’s been almost a week since I said “we have to change the oil,” it still hasn’t been done and our $80 order yesterday called to complain about it.

+ Our mark-outs have been crazy. I had to mark out 5 cases of merch yesterday that went out and the day before that Jamie had to mark out at least a buggie-full of merch that went out of date.

+ Our freight didn’t get done yesterday and it probably won’t get done today either. I don’t care. I can’t do everything. I am one tiny person. And while, yes, I can easily fling approximately 200lbs of chicken in various boxes, I don’t want to. I don’t want to be the only one who does.

Freight is practically done by Ajax and myself and Ajax isn’t responsible for our freight anymore (his duties got changed).

+ Yesterday, the first round of rotisserie chickens got put in about 9.30ish. Ok, we’re half an hour late, but that’s ok. We can work it. Rotisseries are usually done (cooked, temped, boxed, and timed) about an hour and a half later. Rotisseries should’ve been done by 11.

The timer goes off and Coworker tells me that it still has two minutes left. Ok, whatever. I’m helping a customer while they’re complaining about having to “fix [your] hot case” because everything I cooked is already gone.

Other coworker goes to grab some asprin while I cut tomatoes/onions for an order for them and our ASM (who is super stressed because this new program is bonkers) says our hot case up front is empty and people are wanting stuff. I tell him I’ll call him as soon as new chickens are done and after he leaves, I look over to find that the chickens are all sitting there. On the table. Boxed and ready to go but without being tagged/timed. I tag-em and put the majority on a cart, leave one of each for the hot case back here, and call him to say they’re ready.

It’s 11.45.

Coworker who grabbed asprin is back, I shove the chickens into our hot case, and tell them that I don’t care that these chickens just came out, I’m going to get our 12pm chickens. When the ASM showed up to grab chickens, I told him the same thing and he was fine with it. I stuffed that rotisserie full because we had so many customers.

12pm chickens were put in and the doors were shut by 12.05. I came back from lunch about 2.20 and they were just pulling chickens out of the rotisserie.

I know it’s busy. We’ve worked hard to get busy. We’ve worked hard to get customers to come back. But why are the chickens sitting in the rotisserie for an extra hour?!

I told Coworker Derp about it while I was getting the last cook (at almost 4pm–an hour late) and he was like “Dude, they tried to get me to help them clean and they didn’t have the rotisserie done and it was already 9pm!”

+ I worked a 10-hour day the day before because it was super busy and we have to do cold orders the day before. I spent 2.5 hours trying to do the same order because it got busy and Coworker decided to up and disappear, leaving Coworker Timid and New Guy by themselves. Timid gets overwhelmed easily, New Guy’s first day was that day. Coworker left them and they were slammed.

By the time 10am rolled around yesterday, I was tired and getting grumpy to the point where the coworker who went for an asprin asked if I was mad at them. Nope, just tired and frustrated.

+ We’re sort of pet sitting for a friend of ours while they go on vacation. We don’t have to worry about the snakes, as they got fed, the lizard died of the ripe old age of 8 before they left, the prairie dogs are good and all we have to do is keep an eye on their water/Timothy Hay and give scritches (and keep an eye out for the older one because she’s calmed down to the point of being “an old fart” who only wants to sleep). Chicken Little decided to come out of hiding (large black hen) and demand tribute while it was raining but Winner Winner (the large fancy hen) is still like “NOPE” and has been hiding somewhere on the property.

Mylie the senior dog has been flopping on the floor and making snarf noises, Kimber decided that, because it’s pouring down rain today, this is the best time to plow into us and Dobby (the chihuahua) and get wet-dog all over everything. Dobby the chihuahua is excited to see us but also kind of still confused when we give him pets. At least he isn’t terrified of us like he used to be (he used to be terrified of everyone)

+ I won a Fraggle from the claw machine a few days ago! I am excited. I love Fraggles!

+ I told Ajax that I want a new name badge that just says “CMOT” and he was like wtf and I explained: We now sell sausages inna bun and soon we’ll be selling sausages onna stick. I am Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler.

I don’t think he got it, but he laughed a bit.

+ Never name your Little Orange Kitten Carrot Ironfoundersson because that little shit will BE Carrot Ironfoundersson. He lives up to his name (except he’s still a little orange cat). Thank gods I didn’t name him Sam Vimes because who knows what would happen if I had because this little shit was missing for TWO DAYS before I found him (he was under the porch/in the backyard. I found him covered in cobwebs, dirt, and dust)

Jamie says he’s that cat from the song “The Cat Came Back.” And it’s true.

+ I wasn’t going to update the blog because I type too loud and Jamie’s dead asleep. But, fuck it, Jamie’s been asleep for a few hours so he can deal.

+ I can’t remember if I’ve worked on any writing the past few days besides jotting down a few story ideas

I realize that if anyone were to look through my notes app, they’d either be confused or concerned because it goes from “This bus smells like mold” to “‘Rose Tattoo’ by Dropkick Murphys makes me think of Phlint” to a rambling message to myself about alien invasions and how we’re all going to die by new soap dispensers.

+ I’m working on trying to finish this shawl/scarf (I say shawl/scarf because I don’t know how large it’s going to be once it’s finished) so I can use my loom to work on the baby blanket that Jamie wants me to make for a coworker of ours. He’s good people so it’ll be fun to make.

I used up the first skein earlier today and just started on the second. What’s taking so long is the fact that it’s such thick yarn, it kills my hands after like one or two rows and I can’t just plow through 10 rows without notice like normal. But, I’ve got like 80ish rows left and then I’ll be done. Hopefully I’ll have enough yarn to finish it!

+ My headphones finally died so I can’t listen to anything. The latest episode of NoSleep is half-finished and there’s new con panels that SilverGatomon posted and new podcast episodes I haven’t listened to.

+ And now it’s time to quit. My hands hurt, my head hurts from sinuses and the rain we’ve been having, my back hurts (probably have a rib out of place again), Uggs has trapped one arm so it’s hard to type.

It’s too dark in here to knit anymore and I’ll probably just lay in bed and attempt to work my way through “The Light at the End,” which I have found is not “an ancient evil has come back” kind of book like the blurb implied but a weird vampire novel and it was intriguing for the most part, but now I’m on chapter 17 or 18, and I’m starting to hate the vampire (because he’s a pompous shit).

Somewhere, something is going on

My unwritten goal for the blog was to update it more frequently than I had. Not like Scalzi level updating because I don’t think I could do that (in fact, I’m fairly sure I haven’t been able to do that since high school). But more on a “at least one to two times a week” kind of updating rota.

Yeah. This isn’t happening.

It’s like the whole “gonna update my comic tumblr twice a week.” Ha. I haven’t touched it in…a couple months or so. I don’t even know anymore.

So. Things. Things are happening.

My dad is still in the hospital, however he has been recently moved into a “normal” room so that’s a huge plus. He has physical therapy to help him re-learn how to use his left side, he’ll probably have to see a psychologist in order to help with the forced detox from addicting behaviors (smoking/drinking), but that probably won’t be until after he gets some speech therapy or something. I don’t know.

But, the staples are out of his head, he’s medicated, his boss is worried about him so that’s a plus. I have no idea how long he’ll be in the hospital, I have no idea if we’ll be rearranging the house in order for my parents to live with us. It’s an underlying stress that’s been going on for the past almost-month.

Jamie’s dad and step-mom came by yesterday to help with the house. They insisted and it helped because they brought a new door for the dog room (because of course I have dogs who will destroy a door), and while Jenny and I worked on doing inside cleaning, Jamie and Fred worked on fixing the part of our fence that was slowly falling down.

After they left, I went out in search of my glasses (because I lost them this past tuesday) and found them under the car after I’d been laying partially under the car and seeing a wall crab I’d never seen before (small wall crab with spindly black legs and a red body). I’d sighed and went “Anasazi, if you’re around, could you point me in the direction of my glasses? Because I’ve never seen one like that one before” (the wall crab) and sure enough, that little red-with-black legs wall crab walked over to where my glasses were.

I left out fruit in thanks.

I try to not bother gods because I like how Granny Weatherwax thinks of it: you acknowledge that they’re there, but there’s really no need to bring attention to yourself. I think it’s a good way to see it as: they’re there, sometimes they like to hear people say their names, and sometimes they like to be talked to or thanked. But, there’s really no reason to go out of your way to grab their attention because then you never know what’ll happen.

With my phobia, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if Anasazi took a shine to me because he seems like the kind of person who likes to fuck with people for shits and giggles. It’s like dealing with Mercury/Hermes, who I think likes to remind people to stop taking life so seriously.

In a sense, it seems hilarious that jokester gods and story teller gods are my kind of gods. But hey, whatever works I guess.

I’ve been trying to work on writing a bit. I saw a submission call for a Halloween story, but there wasn’t any deadline at the time and I thought it’d be fun. While I doubt that I meet the deadline or anything like that, I think it’d be a lot of fun to write a Halloween story. It’s helping me stay away from the one story I was working on before my dad had his seizure/stroke/whatever it was. I’m not in the correct headspace for it.

I’ve got about 7 pages written in a notebook for the Halloween story and I’m just now getting my characters parked at the setting they need to be in for things to start going and out of the car. Hey, not bad. I mean, I could have probably prolonged it but that would’ve made it boring as hell. And, it’s only the first draft so who knows what’ll happen.

So it’s really weird knowing that I’m working on a horror Halloween story and now I’m getting smacked in the head with an idea for a pseudo folktale kind of thing. I guess maybe it’s a sign to take a break from horror and see where this idea goes before going back to horror and working on the Halloween story along with the one I had a dream about the other day (complete with watching myself write the story title down in the dream. super weird)

And lastly:

Still working on knitting. Woo. I like it. I’m enjoying making the shawls and I’m thinking that if I have another 500+ yd skein (not necessarily lace weight, but something between it and the “sport” weight I normally use. I have half a skein of what it is somewhere in my stash), I’m going to go for another idea and see how it works out.

I finished Super Hideous Texture shawl and, now that I’ve used it up, finished it, etc, it doesn’t feel as awful as it did when I was making it. The textures striped naturally and Jamie said that it would look so much cooler if there were more sparkly yarn interspersed throughout the yarn besides the just 2 or 3 spots that it was.

Now, I’m on a new shawl, using a pseudo chunky style yarn that I pulled apart 3 times and now I’m on tryout number 4 and the 4th try has come out pretty well and I’m happy with it. It’s not as tight as it was, and as I continue, it’s kinda fat so it’s fun to work with. I’m hoping I have enough yarn to get it done, but if I don’t then that’s ok too. I think I have another partial skein somewhere in the basement, so we’ll see what happens.