I didn't have much of a lie-in-late on any day during my extra-long weekend since I naturally tend to wake up just before 5 am anyway, but it was nice to get up at that hour, take the morning supplements, feed the cats, make some tea and toast and get back in bed with a book and not have to worry about going to work later.
Speaking of books, my family and friends know me all too well. I have a nice big stack of to-be-read books now because this year's birthday theme was "Cate's bookshelves aren't groaning loud enough under the weight of the reading material on them." So now in queue is:
- The Little Stranger
- The Forgotten Garden
- the graphic novel version of Jane Eyre
- the graphic novel version of Coraline
- the new edition of Signal to Noise
- The Thin Man (I've seen the movie dozens of times - love Myrna Loy and William Powell - but I've never read the book)
- Sepulchre
- The Rossetti Letter
And I have some new cello music and the new Tori Amos CD to listen to while I read it all. See what I mean about people knowing me well?
Em gave me a manicure, and my nails have a nice seafoam green color on them now. And we went out for sushi. Nothing like raw protein to perk up the brain. Another dinner with Dad last night, too.
Felt like crap for a few days. No idea why. Headachey, panicky, sniffley. Then got hit with a new story idea. Honestly, it made my head hurt. A Big Story Idea. A science fictiony Story Idea (and I know nothing about writing science fiction). Possibly a controversial Story Idea. A Story Idea that needs to be grown into. A Story Idea that I really don't have the experience or skill to write right now, but I was told by those who know to have a go at it anyway.
I went for an acupuncture appointment Thursday afternoon, and Karen-the-acupuncturist noticed that the "bubble" that had shown up in my pulses since I started taking the Lexapro was gone. I assume this is because I've been weaning myself off of it. She also said there was a playful, creative "something" coming out of my heart area, which is also the same place I panic from apparently. Aside from fingers moving on a keyboard or with a pen, does writing have to be such a negative physical experience?
My uncle sent me a big box of yarn. It belonged to my grandmother, who died several years ago. It's the basic cheap acrylic stuff, but given that where she lived was pretty remote and given that she was likely on a limited income, I imagine it was all she could get, and I'm grateful to have it. I have ideas for it, too.
I also ordered some inexpensive recycled yarn from etsy.com. I have to figure out how to do this myself. What people do is go to thrift stores and yard sales and the like and buy the sweaters - the larger, the better (there's more yarn in them) - for a mere few dollars. These sweaters have good yarn in them, but the style of them leaves something to be desired. You unravel the sweater, wind the yarn into balls, and make something else or several something elses out of it. I've just got to figure out how you undo the seams without breaking the yarn.
I did a little furniture re-arranging, a little de-cluttering, a little knitting along with episodes of Lime & Violet (honestly, now I remember why I don't listen to them at work; their podcast is so hilarious, I'd bother people with all the laughing) and episodes of Castle (sounds like they're going to have a second season, yay!), a little crockpot using (too hot to use the oven). I also drank probably several gallons of iced green tea. Republic of Tea's Wild Berry Plum green tea is really great on ice. I highly recommend it.
The knitting at the lake was both amusing and irritating. A couple of people came up to me and asked "Are you knitting?" No, I'm just holding two knitting needles and some yarn because they go really well with my outfit.
Sigh. I have a dentist appointment and going back to work to look forward to tomorrow.
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So... were you actually knitting or not? I have to know!
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