Lace Shawl

I am on the last few rows of the latest venture into knitting lace.  I am almost afraid to finish it,  because then it will have to be blocked and I really don't have much experience doing that. 

Yesterday I cleaned out my deep freeze.  Yes, I am that troubled about the blocking thing that I procrastinated by cleaning my deep freeze.  Oh man, I am in big trouble.

Whats next?  Sorting out the office, actually filing all that sh*t that Murray and the taxman think should be kept?  Cleaning out closets? Tidying up the basement? It will have to be something awful, because its been my experience that if I procrastinate doing something fun, others disapprove.  I hate others.

Still it feels good to have the deep freeze cleaned out and organized.  I have been lifting the lid and looking around inside just because I can.  I could buy a frozen pizza and I wouldn't have to eat it within 5 hours of bringing it home as there is a place where it can be kept until I actually want to eat pizza.  I can respond with smug assurance should anyone ask me how many roasting chickens are in my deep freeze.  If asked, I could declare in a clear voice that I do not have any T-bone steaks in the bottom of the deep freeze.  Nor freezer jam from 2004.  Of course, no one will ask until my freezer is a mess again when my responses will be vague and quiet and non committal.

/bye

More of the same

I have continued to enjoy "poor" health for the rest of the summer.  Early in August I managed to get hospitalized because the doc wasn't impressed with my follow up x-ray.  They have, after extensive testing, discovered that they do not have a clue what is wrong with me.  

The most recent "specialist" did go so far as to name it.  It is an "ideopathic lung inflamation".  Roughly translated that means "we do not have a clue what is wrong with you".  Health care is much like roulette, I have found, only the wheel turns grindingly slow.  One can only hope that at some point your name will come up and all the tests/procedures they want you to have will be assigned to you.  Until then, I sit here doing nothing to become better - just sitting and waiting for the phone to ring like a high school graduate hoping for an escort.  But, I am not bitter.

I have been thinking a lot about my future.  I dread the day that the remote becomes a complete mystery to me.  It is kind of one now, but I just avoid the buttons that I don't recognize - like aux, and cbl, and amp.  As long as I can remember TV and SAT and PVR I will be ok, but the day will come when they are as outdated as VCR and then I am pretty sure I will be relying on younger generations to turn on my television.  I can remember my mother yelling at Murray and I to "just put it on a channel that gets Another World and leave it A-LONE!"   That will be me.  My children have so much to look forward to.

The garden is dying a natural death - and I am happy with it for the most part.  I had wonderful corn again, the tomatoes are fantastic so far, nothing to complain about with the cucumbers, the potatoes are kind of sparse but ok, carrots look good.  Soon it will be time to pick it all off and then Murray can have at it with the big roto-tiller and those weeds will be plowed under once more.  Next year, things will be different.  I am going to be weed free!

/bye