Not only a yucky day, but a kind of yucky week! My schedule this week, through an oversight on the part of the schedule maker, was every other day for about nine days. That meant that at any given moment, I was either at work, recovering from work, or brooding about the impending work. There was a short period on the days off, from about one to one-thirty in the afternoon when I had recovered, and not started brooding yet. But that was an insufficient time to really celebrate life and do anything useful or fulfilling. I know what you are thinking! What a wimp! You are right. But there it is. I am a work wimp. Don’t get me totally wrong – I really love my job. It just wears me out sometimes.
In the morning yesterday, I was in the brooding period, preparing for work, and knitting on my red and white Japanese gloves. I had made the first glove about a year ago, and not started the second because the first was not really comfortable. It was beautiful, but there was something amiss with its actual “glove-ness.” I decided to forge on and make the second one anyway, because I had the yarn, they didn’t take too long, I could wear them once in a while, etc., etc. Then, having gotten all the way to the baby finger, I was looking at the pattern which is in Japanese, and therefore not terribly informative, and at the glove, when I realized ……. I had made two right hands. A sinking feeling, to be sure. Now I have to decide whether to bag the whole thing, take out the second right hand back to where it decides whether it is right or left, or to finish the current right hand, making it better than the old one and then make a third glove, the left hand.
After all that brooding about gloves and work, I was on my way home last night, having gotten off the bus and walking along, thinking about the good time I was going to be having this weekend, when Splat! I tripped on a bump in the sidewalk and fell flat. I didn’t really hurt myself, I am happy to say, but I scraped my knee and ruined my hose. Today, I feel achy all over, but am looking forward to not brooding for 24 hours, except, of course, about the glove.
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