Mossy Cottage Knits

Good thing I'd just swallowed that bite of Fig Newton before I read this; I'd have snorted it out my nose for sure.

I'm right there with you! I shook an open bottle of Godiva chocolate milk once - in a busy street full of Farmer's Market folks. Fortunately, I didn't get anyone else in the chocolate shower. ;)

Today the neurologist asked me to name 5 animals that begin with the letter C. I said cat, then thought for a long time. I said caterpillar, but then backtracked because that's an insect and not an animal. The neurologist and I argued over if caterpillar should count, him being pro and me being con. We agreed that caterpillars met the spirit of the question, even if scientifically inaccurate. I thought some more and freaked out that I couldn't come up with more C animals. He encouraged me and I exultantly said Cephalopod! Then I had to admit defeat. He said keep trying...think of animals that live on a farm. I came up with cephalopod but couldn't think of cow or chicken. I don't think I passed that test.

More ammunition in support of my not-doing-dishes lifestyle...

Talking of cats, I'm missing updates on them. Hint!

I love finding there are more of us in the Tribe of Awkward Human-ness.

Sigh. Been there. Done that.

just scared the cats,laughing.

Aah, your post hit a cord...I wish my old iron had the warning on it not to iron clothes while wearing them.

Thank you! It's been a tough week and I have to admit that this entry made me laugh so hard.

I did the shake-without-a-cap thing with a bottle of catsup in our dining room. Luckily the carpet there is vintage 1970s -- gold, brown, orange. You could lose a pizza in that carpet, so the catsup stains disappeared as soon as they landed.

I've tried to drink coffee lying on the sofa and tipped the whole cup over my neck . . . very sticky (so wish I didn't take sugar). You are not alone! :)

On the ironing cloths when on.. DO NOT iron Naked. Got a nice burn across my thigh from that one.

And, May I ask...why were you washing dishes in a BUCKET? Seems odd to me.

I thought I had ghosts in my apartment on 2 occasions. One was surely a murder victim living in the old chimney in the center of my apartment and banging as hard as they could on the bricks... nope, it was my windsock blowing against the window frame outside. The other? Ghost birds inside. Definitely. Or not... the smoke detector was chirping in the middle of the night. I am so smart, especially in the middle of the night!
Glad to know we're all only slightly crazy :)

Hello, Ryan, it's nice to meet you! Although I confess the meeting has taken several weeks. A friend found MCK through Ravelry and sent me the link... and me, well, I CANNOT start in the middle--I won't even read a book series if I can't start at the beginning--so add me to the list of people who've read every post from the beginning, and all the comments that would open, too.

I don't know know if you realize it, but it's like reading a book, a wonderful book! I laughed and laughed, and then of course I cried too... that slowed me down some. And I also got totally inspired. I may live on The Dark Side, but you totally *hooked* me into trying to crochet a pair of wool socks!

....free patterns off the internet are not necessarily a girl's best friend.... just sayin'....

My first sock quickly became a Slippock (blame the name on your Splocks posts). There was NO WAY I was putting a cuff on that thing... do you know there is actually a pattern that calls for an hourglass-shaped heel? You crochet a flat section with decreases and then increases until you have this, um... lovely.... hourglass shape. Then you fold it in half and sew the sides; after that, you resume crocheting in the round.... with a straight-edged heel sticking out.

*big eyes*

A straight-edged heel sticking out that has two pointed ends, one at either end.

*eeeep!*

The second sock has a more proper heel and at the moment is about to achieve Cuffage. Um, I guess that makes it the first sock? I was kinda worried for a while there would never BE a second sock, that I would be lost in a perpetual limbo of one first sock after another, and never a pair shall meet... but I kept going because after all, I bought the sock yarn with the money I would have otherwise spent on a pair of wool socks, and my feet are cold. So I told myself, "Ryan can do it; Ryan can INVENT them; you can do this too." And it worked! *big grin*

So thank you, thank you for a wonderful read, and thank you for being willing to be yourself, and thank you for all the laughter and even the tears, and thank you for the inspiration.

And honey, an answer to one of your early posts about the cats--I know it's been a long while back and you aren't in the same place anymore, but for me it was just this week as I read--so, I thought I would die after losing one vitally important relationship. It was the worst rejection I have ever dealt with in my life. Do you know why I'm still here?

The dog had to pee.

Literally, someone had to walk the dog, and since she was now MY dog, it had to be me. So I kept on, minute by minute and hour by hour, living only because the dog had to pee, until I was living because the dog needed me. Then I kept going until I was living because the dog loved me, then until I was living because people needed me; finally, until I was living because life was good.

I think Benny and Joon are the smartest gift you could EVER have given yourself. Animals get us through. Yes, they're like toddlers into everything, but they love us back into life again and they get us through.

The quote I clung to through a good part of the journey was this one. "If we are walking in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking."

Wishing you all the best,
Cath

Oh how I've missed you!

Try being so scatter brained you watch yourself pour hot coffee into your mug, over your mug, onto the counter and don't realize this is a bad thing until said hot coffee hits your foot. Proof positive that love drops your IQ by 100 points.

That's... just the kind of stuff I do.