If My Life Were A Shakesperean Play....

my name would be Pathetica and the man in my life would be named Assholio.

Sad News

Tinycat didn't make it. She continued to have seizures and, with our wonderful vet, we helped her pass peacefully.

Meet Tinycat

This is Tinycat. Isn't she cute.

She's my sweet little snuggler and she is sick sick sick right now. Yesterday morning she had some sort of "incident" that had me running to the emergency vet. They're new and I thought they were terrific. Dr. Gerard did a full work up on the little girl and, although it was clear that something happened, she seemed otherwise healthy. We now patiently await the lab test results.

And I say patiently with every drip of sarcasm that I can get into the word.

I am totally freaked out by this. She's always had a bad back and is somewhat limpy (she walks sort of like a fat raccoon). But this was something different. She was jumping and jerking on the floor and I thought we were losing her right then and there. She's been very very weak today but has been eating and drinking so I am hoping for the best. (I'll leave out the part where she peed on me--I think it was an accident.)

I sat and snuggled with her this morning while I worked on the button band for Molly's Carolyn sweater so I am hoping that she got some good wool vibe and will be well soon. This sweater has been sitting unfinished for way too long--especially since all it needed was the button band. I'll finish casting off this afternoon and then sew up the sides and hope to hell that it still fits Molly.

Happy Mother's Day

I will spend the afternoon with Granny and Sissy, but decided to spend the morning with nature and knitting. I have an amazing spot right by the Bronx River where I spend a lot of time with some socks and my iPod. And who do you think was there waiting for me this morning.


I call her Harriet. She's a Great Heron and she is gorgeous. It was very breezy (okay, windy) this morning and her tail feathers were blowing in the wind. It was almost too beautiful to be real. I wish the photo was better but she was on the other side of the river.

I'm taking her as a sign. This morning I decided it was time for me to let go of the things that have hurt me in the past. I need to get back to the normal, happy person that I used to be and not the shrew I have been for the past few months.

So it's a new day, with Harriet as my guide.

Warehouse Wednesdays

So my church (I mean local yarn shop) Flying Fingers, treated us all to Warehouse Wednesdays for the past few months. Lots and lots and lots of beautiful fibers on sale for ridiculously low prices. I confess, like a virgin at the mouth of a volcano, I threw myself in! The first day that I went, the weather was awful. Honestly, I didn't even know the sale was going on but I needed a set of BIG dns so I risked the sleet and ice and drove to Tarrytown. Now I have to confess that I did still have some money left on a gift certificate but even without it the prices were unbelievable. Can you believe I got all this and only had to put about 30 bucks on the counter.


On no she didn't!! Oh yes she did!! Sorry the picture is a little blurry but I was waaaay too excited.

Since then, I've been like a junkie getting her Wednesday fix. And we actually have some finished objects out of it.

The Debbie Bliss baby hoodie. Very cute. For my cousin Monica's soon to be baby. Plassard Merinos (which I also bought in grey, lavendar and a rainbowy mix).

The same hoodie for Baby Luke. Except this time, I kept the hood stitches live and kitchenered them together. I like it a lot better. This is Cascade 220. Lovely.

I love this. And I don't usually do "novelty" yarns. It's La Pampa and is just yummy. I love this neckwarmer. Not really spring knitting but someone will use it when it gets cold again.

Delete.

I think that deleting someone from your cell phone is about the hardest thing ever. I just did it and it broke my poor little heart.

I know it was the right thing to do but it is just so final. It's definitive. Particularly since the person that I deleted (oh god--I was just typing deleted and accidentally wrote delighted--that might push me over the edge) had their own, special ring so that when he called, I would know right away that it was him.

I'm going to wallow in my misery for a little while and try to be better tomorrow.