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totchipandaWeekend could have been more enjoyable, overall. I have been sleeping like crap since last Saturday, with mid-night wake-ups that leave me unable to fall back asleep right away. Friday into Saturday was no exception; I went to bed at like 1030 bc I was tired, but woke up at 12:30. An hour and a bit later, I accepted that I was not tired enough to sleep and also just laying there was not really serving me well. So I got up, yawned like 18 times in 10 minutes and set up Jenny the Janome to do buttonholes for Poplina. I am slightly sensible though, and did not attempt to cut the holes or attach buttons until daylight + more sleep happened. Which I did in the AM, so that project is now DONE and my WIP tub is empty.
Could I choose a new project though? Nope. I was still so tired so I cross stitched and noodled around the internet, napped in the afternoon, and chilled all day.
Sunday morning, I cross stitched a bit, made myself bacon and eggs on toast, and then drove out to see my gramma. She was not in the hospital ward, and it was half an hour before I could reach my aunt or my dad. She'd been released back to the care home, which my aunt maybe mentioned when we spoke, but maybe not, and oh well. If she did, I didn't remember it but our connection was not great so I easily could have missed it! Got myself checked in, super wanted to hug the toddler who got an auto-opening steel door opened right on her face (her mum scooped her immediately while she screamed) and found my gramma. She was asleep the whole time I was there, which was fine. I held her hand for a bit and then left. Why do people have to get so old? Why does age come with... this? I cried through the first 20 minutes bc she just looks so frail. Her grip was strong when I took her hand, but there is nothing left of her. She really reminded me of when my grampa passed, and I didn't ever see him in the hospital as he was there less than three weeks before he went, but the time that we visited them at the place they were living at the time, he was tired and slept a lot and his voice was so small. I hate this.
Yesterday I did get the first bin of fabric catalogued, with plenty of help from the kittens. At one point I picked Sophie up, paws facing away from me where she remained kind of curled and "pointy side out" Oh, the irony of me wanting to do it on a cooler day! Saturday was the better bet for that, Sunday and Monday were over 30C, high-80s F. I was getting too hot by the time I reached the bottom, and also hungry. Cross stitch it was. Later in the day I picked up my library book bc it is due at the end of the week and I really want to finish it before then. Interesting but slow start, and 1/3 in I'm now getting into the fun stuff.
Knitting: every year, Argentine designer Joji Locatelli has a knit-along for her patterns September-November. I wasn't going to sign up this year, and work on my three WIPs instead, but then I was looking through her catalogue and found a three-colour shawl that I thought would be nice for the three-colour set my supervisor gifted to me. So I wound those on Friday and on Sunday I started knitting. I even got a good start before the kittens got too interested. When I got up to make brunch before my drive, I thought I had covered it well enough with the blanket, but as I went to close the kitchen door so the slightly burnt toast I had going didn't set off the alarm, I saw the yarn stretched across the hall and under my bed. Sigh. Another tug of war, another broken yarn, that's gonna be fun to work on around them.
Last night we had a WICKED and short thunderstorm roll through, with an amazing light show and one crack that was actually loud enough to startle Calcifer. Today is forecasted to be cooler than yesterday, but since I didn't sleep until well after 2 am, I think it's gonna be another lump on the couch kinda night.
Could I choose a new project though? Nope. I was still so tired so I cross stitched and noodled around the internet, napped in the afternoon, and chilled all day.
Sunday morning, I cross stitched a bit, made myself bacon and eggs on toast, and then drove out to see my gramma. She was not in the hospital ward, and it was half an hour before I could reach my aunt or my dad. She'd been released back to the care home, which my aunt maybe mentioned when we spoke, but maybe not, and oh well. If she did, I didn't remember it but our connection was not great so I easily could have missed it! Got myself checked in, super wanted to hug the toddler who got an auto-opening steel door opened right on her face (her mum scooped her immediately while she screamed) and found my gramma. She was asleep the whole time I was there, which was fine. I held her hand for a bit and then left. Why do people have to get so old? Why does age come with... this? I cried through the first 20 minutes bc she just looks so frail. Her grip was strong when I took her hand, but there is nothing left of her. She really reminded me of when my grampa passed, and I didn't ever see him in the hospital as he was there less than three weeks before he went, but the time that we visited them at the place they were living at the time, he was tired and slept a lot and his voice was so small. I hate this.
Yesterday I did get the first bin of fabric catalogued, with plenty of help from the kittens. At one point I picked Sophie up, paws facing away from me where she remained kind of curled and "pointy side out" Oh, the irony of me wanting to do it on a cooler day! Saturday was the better bet for that, Sunday and Monday were over 30C, high-80s F. I was getting too hot by the time I reached the bottom, and also hungry. Cross stitch it was. Later in the day I picked up my library book bc it is due at the end of the week and I really want to finish it before then. Interesting but slow start, and 1/3 in I'm now getting into the fun stuff.
Knitting: every year, Argentine designer Joji Locatelli has a knit-along for her patterns September-November. I wasn't going to sign up this year, and work on my three WIPs instead, but then I was looking through her catalogue and found a three-colour shawl that I thought would be nice for the three-colour set my supervisor gifted to me. So I wound those on Friday and on Sunday I started knitting. I even got a good start before the kittens got too interested. When I got up to make brunch before my drive, I thought I had covered it well enough with the blanket, but as I went to close the kitchen door so the slightly burnt toast I had going didn't set off the alarm, I saw the yarn stretched across the hall and under my bed. Sigh. Another tug of war, another broken yarn, that's gonna be fun to work on around them.
Last night we had a WICKED and short thunderstorm roll through, with an amazing light show and one crack that was actually loud enough to startle Calcifer. Today is forecasted to be cooler than yesterday, but since I didn't sleep until well after 2 am, I think it's gonna be another lump on the couch kinda night.
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Date: 2024-09-03 08:10 pm (UTC)Love to grandma.
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Date: 2024-09-04 10:50 am (UTC)