A Little Yarn On The Side

From September 1 until November 30, it’s time to fall back in love with the things you already have. New yarn cannot compete with a long-term love. Complete as many of the following as you choose. As always, please feel free to involve other hobbies or crafts as well: Love at First Sight - pick a yarn in your stash that was truly an impulse buy--a yarn you just fell in love with. Find a pattern that will do it justice. Soul Mates - make a pair of socks, slippers, booties, or stockings from stash yarn--the deeper the better Glass Slipper - Match a pattern you already have with a yarn you already have and put them into a project bag to surprise yourself with in 2015 ‘Til Death Us Do Part - complete FIFTEEN rows on a WIP that is at least one year old, or your oldest if they’re all more recent “Are You Lonesome Tonight? - Complete TWENTY-FIVE rows on a second WIP “You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feeling” - Complete SEVENTEEN rows on a third WIP “Killing Me Softly” - ...

 And I might even be slightly forgiven.  Not last night, of course.  That was the last dose and after that, Theo hid under the forsythia bush and had nothing to do with me the rest of the night.  But today I've been out picking cucumbers in the garden, which is ALWAYS really interesting in Kittyland, and when I moved into the sewing room, he first hung out right outside the door, then hopped up on the window, then:  which is, of course, right on top of the table runner I had just prepped for binding.  Oh well.  If you had been having to torture a cat twice a day, could you make this sweet little face move?  Or at least not until after I've made pickles, at any rate..................  

The stubbed toe is healing, the carpal tunnel issues are improving, the first round of scratches are scabbed over.......so Wednesday night when I gave Theo his dose of sticky, awful meds, he got one claw deeply embedded in my left hand--right between the second and third knuckles, and it took me FOREVER (probably 30 seconds) to wrestle a wiggling and ticked-off 18-pound cat into a position where I could remove his claw without ripping my hand wide open, all the while trying not to scream in pain because a frightened wiggling and ticked-off 18-pound cat is more than I can handle.  He left a nice puncture mark that didn't bleed much, but hurt like crazy.  After my father's ordeal with the staph infection, we're probably maniacs about infections, but I immediately washed my hands twice with lots of soap, then applied antibiotic cream and a bandage, and took an Aleve for pain. Yesterday my hand was still throbbing, and most tragically of all, I couldn't knit.  Not even a...

There was a brief moment of horror last night when I cleaned out my purse and discovered that the notes on the vet receipt said the antibiotic needed to be given for 14 days.  The bottle says 10, and today is day number 7 and while Theo still has a little congestion, an 18-pound cat feeling better and who knows what is coming is spectacularly hard to medicate.  In terror, I called the vet first thing this morning to verify that we only had to endure this torture for 10 days, not 14.  Luckily, it is 10 days--I think I would still be sobbing if it were 14. Theo is feeling better, and was even chipper enough to hang out with me until he discovered that I wasn't going to stop giving him the goo, so now he is staying as far away from me as he can: and even though I know this is for his own good, the guilt is overwhelming.  I can't say that I blame him--I wouldn't be thrilled with me either--but since he caught cat flu because I boarded him, I am actually respo...

*  It is easier to catch a sick cat than a healthy one *  Medications for a cat's own good are not an accepted concept in the feline world *  Cat flu cannot be passed along to humans, but stress and lack of sleep CAUSED by the cat will make the human nice and susceptible to circulating human cold viruses *  No matter how many times I lose this battle, my little toe and the bedpost insist on having regular rematches *  Two humans and a towel are no match for a cat who really, really, REALLY doesn't want bubble-gum flavored goo shoved down his throat.

If one woman is left alone with two cats and has to take one of those cats to the vet twice in three days AND has to get 2 doses of sticky drugs down this cat every day for 10 days, at what time is it socially acceptable for said woman to pour a glass of wine?

...and the bleeding has stopped.  Mine, not Theo's.  To be fair, in all the years we've been together and all the drugs I have given Theo, last night was the first time he scratched me, and he had had a pretty rotten day.  I mean, if someone had stuck a thermometer up my backside, I'd have been pretty crabby too, and he really wasn't feeling good and had thrown up on the carpet about an hour before, so I can't really blame him.  He wasn't even trying to hurt me--he was just trying to push the horrible bubble-gum goo away from him.  Unfortunately, one bleeds the same whether it was intentional or not.  But today we've had both doses and even a little togetherness in the sewing room, albeit, barely in the sewing room and not close enough for any petting.  One does not forgive bubble-gum flavored sticky goo being shot down one's throat THAT easily....But I did need some supervision: More quilting!  I'm doing another one with different design...