I was driving in to school because I got another part-time job! I am now the kindergarten assistant in my sister Sharon's classroom. She has 23 students this year, enough to justify an assistant for 2 1/2 hours each day. So far, so good.
In other good news, I had to have a second look mammogram and then an ultrasound last week due to a suspicious dark area on my first mammogram. It freaked me out a bit (OK, a lot), but it's just a fluid-filled cyst. I wonder what it's filled with? I'm guessing cherry limeade.
More good news -- my lower right molar isn't throbbing today. Actually, with antibiotics and hydrocodone, it's felt better for two days now, after a week of intense pain. It's not supposed to hurt, or so the dentist said -- I had a root canal and crown on that tooth about 3 years ago. But something is wrong, and I am going to see a specialist on Thursday. Ick. Do you know how much I hate going to the dentist? But I guess I hate throbbing, wake-you-up-three-times-a-night pain even more.
Here's some more good stuff: knitting.
The Alp triangle shawl for Ruby:
My Olympic knitting has been a Mason-Dixon log cabin blanket, using Debbie Mumm Traditions yarn I purchased at Jo-Ann's last week. This yarn is absolutely beautiful, color wise -- I am using the Robin's Egg Blue and the Beeswax Cream -- but it bunches up horribly. I have never had this happen before -- the outside of the fiber slips down the synthetic core fiber and makes a big wad. Weird. I'm dealing with it, but I don't think I will buy this yarn again. I need to go see what they are saying about it on Ravelry.
I have two skeins of Sea Silk I accidentally purchased (I thought I had cancelled the sale when they didn't have the color I wanted, but it arrived about 4 weeks later and I decided to keep it.) It's perfect for a lace scarf for my dear friend's belated birthday; I tried to cast on for a scarf from a free Elan pattern without success -- seven attempts is enough, I think. There were three little bobbles in the first row, and I just couldn't make them look right. I don't really like bobbles anyway -- they look like little nipples to me, and after two mammograms last week, I've seen enough nipplage to last me awhile.
Peace.
Georgiann,
ReplyDeleteRegarding that exasperated little sigh emanating from your husband. It is a shame that you don't have an older, wiser, mentor-like friend to remind you that husbands don't always need to know every little thing.
Sincerely,
LU