As you may or may not know, I was supposed to be having knee surgery today (originally, though I rescheduled it to next week). There are, it seems, a couple of foreign bodies floating around in my left knee (which is just weird). It’s theorized that they might be the source of the pain that I’ve been experiencing for the last several months, and so the plan was for an orthopedic surgeon to go in and remove them.
Saturday’s excursion to Maryland Sheep and Wool was a success. Terri and I got there very early (as in, an hour before the show even opened), so parking was a breeze. (Even though we were misguided when we asked to be directed to handicapped parking.) The weather was fantastic. My knee mostly behaved. We were able to find seating when I needed it. And, best of all, there was lots and lots of beautiful yarn.
After a few hours of tromping around the fair, Terri and I made our way back out to the car. As we were leaving, we discovered that it was a very good thing that we arrived early. The fairground’s parking lot was overflowing, and they were parking people across the street. And that doesn’t even begin to cover the 3 mile backup on the one-lane road to get to the fairground. It has been decided that an early arrival will always be part of our plan in the future.
Upon arriving home, there was napping, and dinner, and then sleeping. I had really hoped to go to a little party at a friend’s house last night, but it seems it was not to be. I was tired, and don’t even remember waking up in the middle of the night, which is very rare for me.
I expected waking up this morning to be a painful experience, what with all of the walking yesterday. I was pleasantly surprised to discover a bit of stiffness, but no extra pain. I spent a couple of hours hooked up to the Magic Ice Machine™, and I could walk up and down stairs like a (reasonably) normal person. (Yes, yes, clearly an act.)
I have a productive day lined up today, with laundry, and a project, and preparing for a very busy Monday. The house is a lovely chilly temperature, thanks to open windows and a drop in outdoor temperatures. I’m feeling somewhat energetic (a surprise), and I’m staring to ponder lunch (also something of a surprise). I got in a couple of hours of knitting on my Clara while hooked up to the ice machine.
I’m hopeful for the day, and am smugly pleased with yesterday. Can’t really ask much more of a weekend.
I am making preparations to try to tackle Maryland Sheep and Wool tomorrow morning.
- I’m doing laundry so I have very light, airy clothing.
- I’ve found and rinsed my hydration pack.
- I’ve made sure that my comfiest light weight shoes are available.
- I’m winding more yarn for my current knitting project in case I end up needing to camp in my car to recover for a while, and stashing it in the separate knitting bag that will stay in my car against this need.
- I’m putting the essentials in my pack (wallet (with only the cash I’m allowed to spend, and one “OMG, the car is on fire” emergency credit card), bandana, medications, witch hazel towelettes (they help a lot in keeping cool), protein bar, an apple).
- I’ve made sure that my handicap placard is in the car.
Other than running out and buying a cane (and, really, there’s a shortage of places to get a sword cane at 7PM on a Friday night), and getting a good night’s sleep, I think that I’m doing everything I can to promote success. So, unless I wake up in the morning just feeling like crap, I’m going to give this a shot.
(My knee, while not feeling as good as it did yesterday, still feels a hell of a lot better than it did two days ago, so I’m hoping that the whole being able to walk thing will stick around for at least one more day.)
Thank you for the encouragement! I will do my best to not die. 🙂
The end of April approaches. This, in and of itself, is not a thing. However, the end of April (generally) means the beginning of May also approaches, and that is a thing. See, the first full weekend in May reveals people scurrying all along the Eastern seaboard to descend on the little town of West Friendship, Maryland, home of the Howard County Fairgrounds. See, the first full weekend in May and the said fairgrounds are home to Maryland Sheep and Wool.
This has been one of those weeks that seems to be designed to make me feel inadequate. (Wow, and it took me about 5 minutes to remember the word inadequate.) Professionally (such as it is), personally, financially, and in just about every other way, things just have not been going my way, usually due to some lack or limitation on my part.
This really isn’t a “poor meri, pity me,” post. Honestly, I’d almost be amused by the sheer amount of wheel spinning I’ve done this week, if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve completed none of the things I wanted to do this week.
Maybe today will be the day things turn around, and I’m able to jump-start a productive weekend! Wish me luck. 🙂
I have signed up for a yarn dyeing class in February. While I doubt that I’m going to become one of those amazing people who spins and dyes their own yarn (because, really, that would take time away from the knitting), having a basic idea of what’s involved would be kind of neat. Hence, the class and my enrollment in same.
However, something has just occurred to me. Those of you have known me during the last 10 years or so will know that I spent much of that time chromatically enhanced, mostly in the realm of reds. Though I did have a stint with actual black hair. You might also remember that I had a fairly unfortunate reaction to the hair dye, putting an end to a meri with anything but bog-standard brown hair.
Now, I have to assume that, during the class, we will be wearing gloves, as the goal is to get the dye on the yarn, and not the peoples. But, given my particular flavor of luck, I wonder if I’m tempting fate…
All the signs point to it being one of Those™ days.
- I put my slippers on… the wrong feet.
- I tripped over a cat coming down the stairs (though I did manage to not actually fall down the stairs).
- I burned my tongue on my coffee.
- My left knee tried to give out.
- I have YAMA.
- I was stymied by a graphics project until G came to the rescue.
All before 9 AM! Grar!
The designer of the pattern I referred to in my last post responded to my query very quickly, and it turns out that I was on the right track. So, I’m forging ahead. Of course, I made a mistake in the very first row of the new chart, and pondered forging ahead, but I knew that it would drive me completely insane, knowing that it was there. So I unknitted back to the mistake, and now I’m forging ahead… again.
In a ‘the frogurt is cursed’ sort of way, it looks like I’ll have a good bit of time to be knitting this weekend. The ick that was going around our house, that we thought was on the way out, seems to be making a reappearance. Both G and I are back to feeling crappy. I forge ahead with tea and DayQuil and knitting. Hopefully it will clear up enough for me to make a dent in my to-do list before the weekend is out.
I woke up this morning with my knees so stiff and painful that it required me to take the steps one at a time, and with a throbbing toothache.
I’m supposed to be meeting friends in Fairfax at 10, but I’m not sure that I’m able to do the 70 mile round-trip.