Tuesday 14 April 2015
Thursday 9 April 2015
How did Mrs. Noah knit on the ark?
April 8th... What a day. It's like April Fool's day caught up with me, one week late.
1. Walked to work and got caught in a rainstorm.
2. By the time I left for physio in the afternoon, the rainstorm had turned into a 'hey, was that Noah's Ark that just floated by?' type of rainstorm...
3. I got to the office tower where the PT office is and got stuck in a revolving door section with an overweight man who was texting while walking and didn't look before he got in and ended up wedging me face first into the glass window of the door...then he had the nerve to get into the same elevator as me. Seriously? You couldn't wait for the next one?
4. Finally arrive at the physio office and their electronic paying facility kept failing "must be the rain," the receptionist told me.
5. Sat down in the reception area to drip/dry, knit and chill for 10 minutes until Jocelyn calls me only to discover that MY YARN IS WET, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS IN A CLOSED ZIPLOC BAG! and then it dawns on me...I am dripping on the only not soggy parts of my knitting. sigh Which leads me to wonder, How did Mrs. Noah knit on the Ark? (Because surely she would have kept her yarn in Ziploc bags to keep the kittens and monkeys from getting into it)
6. Then, when I went to collect my son from the gym this afternoon I got hit in the head/neck with a baseball. Seriously? Who plays baseball in a basketball gym while kids are playing pickup basketball? and ...
7. oh never mind. my head hurts and my rant is done.
1. Walked to work and got caught in a rainstorm.
2. By the time I left for physio in the afternoon, the rainstorm had turned into a 'hey, was that Noah's Ark that just floated by?' type of rainstorm...
3. I got to the office tower where the PT office is and got stuck in a revolving door section with an overweight man who was texting while walking and didn't look before he got in and ended up wedging me face first into the glass window of the door...then he had the nerve to get into the same elevator as me. Seriously? You couldn't wait for the next one?
4. Finally arrive at the physio office and their electronic paying facility kept failing "must be the rain," the receptionist told me.
5. Sat down in the reception area to drip/dry, knit and chill for 10 minutes until Jocelyn calls me only to discover that MY YARN IS WET, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS IN A CLOSED ZIPLOC BAG! and then it dawns on me...I am dripping on the only not soggy parts of my knitting. sigh Which leads me to wonder, How did Mrs. Noah knit on the Ark? (Because surely she would have kept her yarn in Ziploc bags to keep the kittens and monkeys from getting into it)
6. Then, when I went to collect my son from the gym this afternoon I got hit in the head/neck with a baseball. Seriously? Who plays baseball in a basketball gym while kids are playing pickup basketball? and ...
7. oh never mind. my head hurts and my rant is done.
Saturday 4 April 2015
100 Days, a Passover Seder, a blanket, pillow, infinity scarf and a couple of pair of socks later....
Tick tock.
Time has passed.
It has been 100 days since the "triple axel, double flip" which left me in a cast. 9 weeks in a cast and 5 weeks of physio thus far...how quickly life can change in a split second.
Thanks to the miracle worker (a.k.a: Jocelyn, my P.T.) I was able to prepare for the holidays, in much the same manner as always. I cooked all the traditional Seder foods, peeled potatoes, carrots, and horseradish, zested and squeezed a lemon and cleaned up afterwards.
I won't lie - I am sore.. not just the wrist - I'm sore all over... but that's just normal after hosting a Seder, right?
100 days has helped me see who is the kind of person to jump in and help when I need them the most, and who .. well ... isn't. What an eye-opener. There were a couple of surprises -- both good ones as well as disappointments. But mostly it was me who surprised myself. I know I can be stubborn (many of you enjoy reminding me of this)
But guess what?
Stubborn = Determined.
I figured out how to do most things all by myself. I didn't give up. Tears were shed when I was frustrated, but they were 50% pain, 50% emotions; like when it hurt too much to play guitar or piano -- actually I think those tears were 75% emotional. In calmer moments, realizing that I could, in fact, knit a fair isle piece, and it was a form of retraining finger muscles, those moments felt more triumphant than painful.
It was "hmmmm, I wonder if could do this?" pondering which led me to my latest knitting project.
I have always steered clear of toe-up socks. Perhaps it is because I like the rhythm and math of a cuff down sock - or maybe it's just that I am so familiar with the expected basics of 'cuff-down' that the coding is permanently imbedded in my knitting brain. What better moment, then, than this to seek a toe-up sock challenge? Also, I have never knit a pair of matching items in tandem.
Embrace everything, even the challenges of the day. Dare to try so you can trust your abilities, even when it hurts. (D*mn, that was schmaltzy! Must be all the holiday carbs...)
Time has passed.
It has been 100 days since the "triple axel, double flip" which left me in a cast. 9 weeks in a cast and 5 weeks of physio thus far...how quickly life can change in a split second.
Thanks to the miracle worker (a.k.a: Jocelyn, my P.T.) I was able to prepare for the holidays, in much the same manner as always. I cooked all the traditional Seder foods, peeled potatoes, carrots, and horseradish, zested and squeezed a lemon and cleaned up afterwards.
I won't lie - I am sore.. not just the wrist - I'm sore all over... but that's just normal after hosting a Seder, right?
100 days has helped me see who is the kind of person to jump in and help when I need them the most, and who .. well ... isn't. What an eye-opener. There were a couple of surprises -- both good ones as well as disappointments. But mostly it was me who surprised myself. I know I can be stubborn (many of you enjoy reminding me of this)
But guess what?
Stubborn = Determined.
I figured out how to do most things all by myself. I didn't give up. Tears were shed when I was frustrated, but they were 50% pain, 50% emotions; like when it hurt too much to play guitar or piano -- actually I think those tears were 75% emotional. In calmer moments, realizing that I could, in fact, knit a fair isle piece, and it was a form of retraining finger muscles, those moments felt more triumphant than painful.
It was "hmmmm, I wonder if could do this?" pondering which led me to my latest knitting project.
I have always steered clear of toe-up socks. Perhaps it is because I like the rhythm and math of a cuff down sock - or maybe it's just that I am so familiar with the expected basics of 'cuff-down' that the coding is permanently imbedded in my knitting brain. What better moment, then, than this to seek a toe-up sock challenge? Also, I have never knit a pair of matching items in tandem.
I think I will call these the Carpe Diem Socks.
Embrace everything, even the challenges of the day. Dare to try so you can trust your abilities, even when it hurts. (D*mn, that was schmaltzy! Must be all the holiday carbs...)
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