Friday, September 23, 2011

Toxic sleeping

I don't know what Professor ate last night but it was toxic...to me.  I had to light my honeysuckle candle just so I could breathe.  I took him outside several times thinking he might actually unload whatever it was from his intestines but he kept it all night.  Dog farts are no fun at all.

I made progress on the sweater back.  I'm nearly to the neckline and using skeins now instead of little balls of yarn.  I ended up throwing out some of the yarn because I just couldn't untangle it after about 3 hours of work.  I broke down and bought a new skein.  I had wound them by hand for a center pull but none of the other skeins fell apart like that one did.  Must be the gremlins that Carol talked about in my comments yesterday. Rat bastards!

My mother called this morning and we chatted for a while.  They went to dinner theater last night with some people from their church.  Remember my Dad is 80 now.  I think they're more active now than they were when we were in high school.  I'm so glad they're having fun.  Although I have to admit that my dad out on the roads driving makes me a bit nervous.  I've not driven with him for about 10 years and I'm a terrible passenger, but I can't imagine someone driving, especially at night, at that age.  Still, I know how I would feel being dependent on someone else for transportation.  I dread the time when I can't drive myself around.  I'm sure I would feel like a burden on whoever I had to ask.

Then I got up and paid bills while I had the truck.  Tom is going to fix the car before he leaves tomorrow, hopefully, but I stocked up just in case he doesn't get it done.  I've got a convenience store 3 blocks away if I need milk and I can make my own bread but I have everything else I need.  Unless I need a prescription or a library book comes in..or is due back.  Still, I think we can manage.  Worse case scenario, I can call the pharmacy and have them deliver and can call the library and explain my situation and they will do an emergency renewal.  But I don't think any of the books I have due next week are in demand.  I should be good to go.  In fact, it would be nice if I couldn't go anywhere for a week.  Staying home would be a dream.

I've got to fix supper...nothing fancy, just Hamburger Helper because I'm tired and lazy and really just want to go to bed.  I didn't get much sleep last night...as usual.  HH is something quick and easy and requires little attention.  Then I'm going to work on the sweater.  I dug out my old projects and found two I'd like to continue working on and 3 that I plan on frogging.  One is an afghan and the other is that cardigan I started last winter.  The other three are shawls, a sweater coat and an afghan that I'm just no longer interested in.

Next week I plan on finishing up the frolicking deer hat and might start a frolicking deer scarf to go with it.  That should be fun at the hunting camp. 

Next week we also plan on addressing our eating problems.  Zach's appetite is so much less now that he's getting 8 hours of sleep.  I would love to get that much regularly.  I think my eating might ease off if I wasn't so very tired all the time.  Plus the doctor told me that people who don't get 8 hours regularly end up with a huge stomach because of cortisol, the stress hormone.  And that's where both Zach and I are.  At least I won't have Tom coming in and waking me up at night or in the morning next week.  He doesn't do it on purpose but he is just one of those people who doesn't know how to whisper or how to do things quietly.  He says he tries but...well, that's just the way it is.  Some day I will have my own room with a door that locks so he can't come in and play with the dog or cat on the bed while I'm trying to sleep. 

So I'm off to cook.  I have tons of dvr stuff to watch and much to knit.

TTFN

5 comments:

Cozy in Texas said...

I stopped by your blog today
Ann

Kathy said...

Thanks so much for stopping by!

Kay-From the Back Yard said...

I'd rather knit than cook, too. After a lifetime of cooking, can one get burned out? Bad pun.

Carol said...

I don't think I've every really liked cooking. I'd be content with salads and the frozen "dinner in a bag" vegetables/pasta/meat things, but husband is not. As to knitting, rarely do I have more than one thing going at a time. I have one unfinished vest because I ran out of yarn and need to do the trim around the neck and armholes, but I don't care for the yarn colors now that it's this far along. It may get frogged, it may just sit there for a very long time.

Kathy said...

I knew a woman once who didn't install a stove in her kitchen when she and her husband build their condo. She just wouldn't cook. They ate out a lot. That is my idea of heaven.