I am always up front about my inadequacies and stupids. Ok. Always is a stretch. Let’s negotiate that to often. I am often up front about my inadequacies and stupids. That’s better. I have been working on lace knitting. It appears that A. I cannot count and B. I cannot follow simple directions. Not being rocket science, knitting is counting and basic stitches. I thought I knew what a CDD was. Twenty-one cast ons later, I realized I might need help. I’m pretty sure I cast on 21 times, but I didn’t start counting until Friday. It may have been more. Now, I have no delusions about myself. I’ve lived with me for a very long time. I eventually pick stuff up. But, I appear to have more than a small problem admitting that I might be doing something incorrectly. Over twenty-one times. I’d find that sad, but I’m encouraged that I’m still trainable. That says alot to me. There may be hope. Once I got the stitch worked correctly (thank the heavens for You Tube), I sailed through the first chart.
Notice the black and white stitch markers. Just like I knew what I was doing. The yarn is the sparkly Dreams in Color sock weight. No idea what the color is, but it’s pale greens. The pattern is Milkweed.
This coming Saturday is Mom’s birthday, then the next day is Mother’s Day. I have had a major “sorry for me” on this weekend and finally came to the conclusion that I was being an ass. I know I will feel pain and miss her. I do not believe that this pity-party was productive or even acceptable behavior on my part. In fact, when I realized what I was doing all I could think was “Cynthia (I always call myself by my given name when I’m angry with myself). You cannot do any of this over, so just move forward.” It worked. I’ve been so much better since. Of course, it anyone were watching me they would be concerned that I have these conversations with myself and often they are out loud.
We had rain this past weekend. Friday night my brother called to make sure I was ok. He gets fussy that way and since it’s his way of showing his love, I usually just let it go. But, this time we couldn’t. I was watching television (or, trying to) and the weatherdoofs were on on all the stations. Showing the same radar and saying the same things. Go to the lowest floor of your house or inside walls or, if you live in tornado country you know the drill. Well, it was sorta drizzling when the whole thing started. We ended up having a conference call party between my brother, sister-in-law, elder niece and younger niece(she bailed early). It was so much fun. Our area was NEVER in any danger. There were some bad storms south and east of us. Yet, for over two hours the local weatherdoofs repeated themselves and threatened and warned and worried. It was fun only because it was so pathetic. Maybe, just maybe, we should make the story about the little boy who cried “Wolf!” required reading for the weatherdoofs. In the end, the St. Louis area had .25″ of rain. Some lightening and winds. Nothing like the poor folks in Tennessee.
Now, get out there. It’s Monday!!! Have a great day and here’s my soundtrack today, Country Joe McDonald and “Save the Whales”