February 06, 2004
Just Hitch Me Up to the Wagon...
A quick mention of the results of the visit to the cardiologist and then let’s move on to much more entertaining things, shall we?
The Anticlimactic Bottom Line—I’m as healthy as a frickin’ horse. Think Budweiser Clydesdale. In fact, think the two Budweiser Clydesdales that are hitched closest to the wagon because they’re the biggest and the strongest and the fattest and can pull the most weight. C’est moi! So ol’ doc and I decided just to wait it out and see if my “episodes” start to form any kind of a pattern, or are triggered by anything (like, oh, say the *ahem* chocolate chips cookies I ate just before the last time I was—hand to forehead as if to swoon—overcome). So, feh—I’m good with this. Thank you again to everyone for their support and kind, kind thoughts! And a special thanks goes out to Robbyn who sat on my shoulder and caused me to be more assertive than I might otherwise have been.
Now that that’s out of the way, Churchmouse tomorrow!! The Mysterious K has been very solicitously getting ferry schedules, finding out how to get to Churchmouse, nagging me, in a nice way, to remember the gift certificate and, in general, planning My Big Day. And she has promised to bring a book, or find a woodworking or hobby store close by, so I won’t be distracted by Bored Husband Karma while I wallow in the yarn, which, as we all know, can take hours.
Knitting Knews
A photo of the finished Catalina sock. I know it looks weirdly long and stretched but that’s a function of the elastic in the Fixation and the fact that it's knit using only 48 stitches. When you put it on, it actually stretches and conforms to your foot quite acceptably.
Dyer’s Dyegest
On Wednesday—a mere three days after we planted the seeds in the Germination Station—TMK and I became parents! I haven’t seen the seedlings yet, but TMK reports that teen-weeny green heads are popping up everywhere. Photos on Monday, if our wee green tots will sit still long enough.