Wild and Wooly?

Last night, I discovered the joys of knitting. I finally, after hours of google searches and tedious reviews of "newbie" message boards, I located a pattern I felt suited my newly discovered knowledge and set out on a quest to complete my first knitted project - in 24 hours.

I've never been one to hold onto a failing project more than a few hours, and what are new projects if not automatic failures? And so, I figured that if I could finish a project, regardless of quality, within my own attention span, I might be able to stick with this knitting thing. Visions of scarves and sweaters danced in my head as a painstakingly knit and purled my little heart out.

Now, with sore fingers, dry, red eyes, and a very cranky disposition, I must admit defeat. Approximately 75% into the project, I realized I had been marking the stitches wrong. One stitch off, on each end, for about 15 rows. Not exactly reversible damage, not at this stage in the game anyway. I swore, unraveled the not-half-bad bit, and began a new quest to figure out the answer to my burning question - WHERE, oh where, am I supposed to place the stitch marker? On the one I completed, or on the one I'm *about* to complete? (Work three, place marker. ON WHAT?)

I am not completely defeated. Oh, no. This is but a battle in the war of craftiness. I will emerge triumphant, with calloused fingers, near-sighted eyes and a wooly, warm head.

Just as soon as I figure this shit out.

If You're Feeling Sinister

Well.

Things have changed a little bit since that last post. I didn't want to expend any more energy recording paranoid thoughts and sad memories.

For the past few years I've followed the idea that if something is meant to be, it will be - regardless of what I do, if something is meant to take place, it will do it despite my choices. Maybe it's right, or maybe it's ignoring the cause-and-effect part of life. Either way, I think the major things in life are out of my hands and I feel better for thinking that way.

A few things have happened in the past few months, as I remember them I'll post more.

I've started spending more time with Adrienne, who I can't talk about because words don't describe her. She's a great person. I don't mean the "Ohh, that's great!" or "I'm having a great day!" type of great. I mean she's heroically, wonderfully great, and beautiful, and I wouldn't have survived as far as I have without her keeping me grounded. (This goes for Lucy, too, but we all already know how amazing Lucy is... she can't hide it either.)

My friend Dan lost his first child and was given another, who by all accounts is going to be beautiful. I told him I thought it would be a girl, but I think it will be a boy, with his mother's features. I just want to record that prediction here.

Wayne realized what he lost and begged to get me back, and has been working almost nonstop to try and win me back. I don't know if it will work. I care about him... but I was already over him by the time he stopped fucking around.

Kevin will be a daddy soon, and we've been talking more than usual. That's always nice.

I got a raise at work... a whole 25 cents. I miss working for attorneys, back when the raises were so much more significant.

I was offered a job in California, but I don't know if I'll take it for secret reasons. I think I'll get myself in trouble if I go out there.

All my piercings are gone. All of them.

My car is still running, mostly.

Tony came home from the Marines looking like a walking Gap ad, promting Kevin to say, "What ails you, boy?" in regards to his pre-ripped jeans. I think he looked nice, though it wasn't the same.

More later - need to get out of here for awhile. Kay won't stop crying and she's driving us both crazy.