Pollyanna Has a Little Lick Now and Then

Hi, Anna-Liza here. Just taking a break from the chaos in my house–Darlin’ K’s office is nice and peaceful. The house? Not so much. We’re watching three of our friends’ Gin ‘n’ Tonic’s four kids tonight, in exchange for which they’ll be taking ours tomorrow so we can go have a date. We’ll be seeing the new Bond flick. We always go see them in the theaters when they come out. One of our bonding rituals … heh.

I’m at a loss for any sustained topic for a post, so once again it’s pig-lickin’ time at Rancho Pollyanna. But that means, of course, I’ll have to come up with a bunch of unsustained topics, so you’ll just have to bear with me. I’m still somewhat brain-fogged, what with the cabin fever and the constant feeding of the convalescent-but-starving Mr. B. And I haven’t been out of the house much, so not so up on current events.

The other night, Mr. R went upstairs to get something and, a few minutes later, I heard a truly blood-curdling scream come from up there. After a moment of panic, it occurred to me that the scream had been more like “EWWWWWW!!!” than like “AAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!” I called “What’s wrong? What happened?” and in a truly tragic voice he replied, “I stepped in cat barf!”

I had to come out to Very Superior Husband’s office so I could laugh without Mr. R hearing me and being mortally offended. Then I went and cleaned up the cat barf while VSH helped him wash his feet. Poor kid. This could mean years of therapy.

Mr. B is off the steroids now (thankyoubabyjesus) and he’s a little easier to manage. His appetite is still going strong, though. He eats a bigger breakfast than I do. Than his dad does, even! And he keeps asking for bacon and for celery with ranch dressing. He’s going to BE a little piggy if this keeps up, all handy for licking. He likes his bedtime kisses, but I think he’ll probably object if I start licking him, actually ….

I am having the hardest time coming up with seven weird things about myself. It’s not that there aren’t any, it’s just that I tend to forget that these things are weird. Or else, if I remember they’re weird, they’re not fit to print in a family knitblog. Or both.

I do have a new knitting project. That lacy little scarf I mentioned a few posts ago is now on the needles. It’s the Stork’s Nest Scarf from last January’s Piecework. I got a skein of Kraemer’s Sterling Silk & Silver in the White Veil colorway, and I think this will be about a perfect match of yarn and stitch pattern. The silver (real silver!) glints in the yarn are pretty subtle. The silk/merino blend makes it lovely to touch. Darlin’ K says the yarn looks like fresh snow, and he’s right. Definitely a dressy winter scarf here, but I think it will be both warm and very light. I’ve only got about two and a half repeats knitted, but it’s a fairly easy chart and I have the first half of it pretty much memorized already.

What else? Knitting Sprite is in a band. They haven’t settled on a real name yet, but their first gig is on Tuesday at Conor O’Neill’s in Boulder, at the open mic night. KS is newish to playing guitar, but not to singing and she’s been playing cello with real talent since she was in middle school. I think she’ll do okay. I hope to get there to hear her, but it’s a work night and so it’s not definite. If you can go, please do! If you’ve met me, you’ll recognize her. She looks like me except younger, taller, and more curvy (in a good way).

Lyda has been giving me long-distance feng shui advice. After a lot of long phone discussions, I finally went and took pictures of every room in my house, from every angle I could think of, and emailed them to her! Haven’t heard from her since — I think she’s a little overwhelmed. However, the advice she’s given me so far has been terrific. Every room we’ve worked on feels a lot better. Our bedroom feels like a sanctuary now instead of just a place to sleep, and we have only just started working on it!

Thanksgiving is almost upon us and I am totally unprepared. This will come as no surprise, but really. I don’t even have my pumpkin pie makings on hand. I am in trouble.

Hm. Even for a pig-lickin’ post this seems sort of extra random and maybe kind of boring. Not a lot to report, though! We’re having a really beautiful November that only just turned chilly. I’ve been puttering around the house to the extent that Mr. B will let me, but he’s still pretty clingy and I haven’t gotten any big projects done or even really underway. Laundry and dishes, that’s about it. I can knit because I can do that while I sit on the couch with him and watch Kipper and The Powerpuff Girls … over and over and over again. I want to be Buttercup.


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