Chitchat and the occasional in-depth analysis about fiber, knitting, spinning, crochet, cooking, feminism, self-image, and a modicum of personal blathering.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Catch the grey men when they dive
Don't have a lot to say today.
Took the kitten to the vet for his first visit, shots, a little antibiotic for a possible upper respiratory thing, and scheduled his operation for two weeks from now. He's been lethargic ever since and I'm worried about him.
I don't understand the shopping frenzy the day after thanksgiving. It used to be a day to sit around and watch TV and eat leftovers and hang out with the family and stuff. Now people get in line at 9 pm for midnight door opening sales and lose their damn minds. There is nothing I need that badly. It makes me sad to see the overly materialistic focus, especially the day after we're supposed to be thankful for what we already have.
I've got a horrible cold. That's not helping my mood. Our Thanksgiving dinner was good. My mother made a wonderful turkey dinner and I bought the bird and did the mashed potatoes. We had less people then usual and one more than was strictly necessary-a friend of hers who is a real jerk. I think she is finally fed up with him. We had leftovers today and I have two turkeys stashed in the freezer for later in the year. I generally buy two or three around Thanksgiving because they're too expensive other times of year and we have a nice chest freezer downstairs.
Couldn't even focus to do any crafts today. I finally had it together enough to warp the loom and I did up a quick dishcloth but other than that the day was totally wasted. The scarf I was working on for about a week ended up a disaster. I don't even know what happened. I think the warp was crooked and I was weaving too tight or something because it was all puckered along one side and it's a hot mess, unacceptable for gifting. Will have to come up with something else for my cousin now. Fortunately I've got plenty of yarn and I already have another idea.
Possibly more substance tomorrow-until then, strike all the big red words from your little black book.