First, a knitting update. I haven't stopped, I've just not been doing anything I felt was worth blogging about. I'm working on a needle case (yeah, a knitted knitting needle case, slightly recursive) and although the pockets are all different and use all sorts of different stitches and techniques I haven't played with yet, all I've been doing for the last couple of weeks is the BIG outer panel, which is going to be something like 27inches square. I've done 25inches of it, I'm on my fourth hank of wool. But I have this horrifying feeling that I've misconstrued an instruction right way back by the start, like, four or five rows in, and that "work four more rows even" may have meant knit row, purl row, knit row, purl row, rather than knit row, knit row, knit row, knit row. I don't know. I remember asking the peoples at the knitting group what it meant but I can't remember exactly what whoever helped me said and I know that, especially when I'm tired, I have a tremendous capacity to get things wrong.
Not that it overly matters. All it means is that one of the foldovers will be a bit... ridged. The main part is perfect - all knits, purls, slips, increases and decreases present and correct. Plus, it's a bloody big piece of fabric that I can totally hold up in my hands and say "I made this".
Anyway, tomorrow I'll go see mum and she'll have a look at it for me.
Steve should be coming to see me at the weekend, although we don't yet know which day, or when, or how long for. It is probably very bad that, although most of my excitement is "yay! I'm going to see Steve and have ALL the hugs!" there is a bit of me that is really quite looking forwards to getting my hands on the yarn he picked up for me from Web of Wool.
Knitting-voodoo-based gibbering ends.
So, I have a lot of half-written non-knitting posts as notepad files on my lappie desktop, but I don't know what ones to finish and post. Mostly they're ones that I started while in the maximum grip of my painkillers - there's something about codiene that, for some unknown reason, makes me chatter. Total verbal diahorrea. Anyway, here's some bits, and if any of you think I should expand on any of them, tell me.
1. Internet Addiction. I started writing this one at New Year. There was an article I had read about internet addiction and in this post, I look at their "signs of addiction", think about how they apply to me, and also consider where the line should be drawn between a hobby and an addiction, and how that line varies depending on what exactly the activity is.
2. The Baby Thing. About how the change in my health and personal circumstances has led to a different perspective on my lifelong desire to have a family, and things I'm having to consider which wouldn't have occurred to me before - some of the potential problems, and some of the potential solutions. Disabled or otherwise, I still intend to raise a child.
3. When Naps Go Bad. For anyone who thinks they envy me for being able to lie around all day snoozing. A warts-and-all picture of what quite often happens to me when all I have done is sleep for an hour or so.
4. Where Did My Day Go? About trying to trim down your activity levels to the bare essentials, how to define "essential", and how it compares to a more typical lifestyle of someone who is not yet disabled.