Love Being 21

Tom took off from work for my birthday week. The weather was pretty rotten (always cold, sometimes it rained) but we had fun.We did some decluttering in the garage, went to the casino, ate out, took a trip to Hershey. We had wanted to go to the Hershey Gardens, and the driving range at the golf course but the winds were blowing at about 35mph and it felt like it was 42º, so that was out.

Someone said I was going to love being 21 and I agree. I enjoy it every year!

I hurt my left hand while doing the big shop update (my thumb*, to be exact). I’m making good use of the chiropractor and am becoming very close with a bowl of ice water.

Fingers Cubed

Once an hour, I get to plunge my hand in and hold it there until it goes as numb as my toes when I put on heels.

This won’t stop me & Jane from going to Maryland Sheep & Wool. I have a very special person to meet, since I was too sick to make our March rendezvous.

My knitting is next to me

sleeves

and I may try to do a few rounds after my next polar plunge. It’s going to be this shrug. Knitting didn’t cause the injury – tho it probably didn’t help.

Knittas gotta knit!

*Go on and click. It’s just a drawing. No icky picture of the actual muscle.

Oh, January. Why the drama?

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This is the magical Starbucks mug. The one that allows me to get a free drink, every day in January.

So far, I’ve been knitting a sweater that has only gotten smaller. I started it and finished the body in November. I spent weeks trying to get the first sleeve to cooperate and then I finally frogged the whole thing.

All Wound Up
How innocent, right?
Crazy Zauberball (blue/green) and Madeline Tosh Merino Light

 

Progress, of sorts.
Progress, of sorts.
How hard could a German Short-Row, Top-down sleeve be?
How hard could a German Short-Row, Top-down sleeve be?
Ripping is tougher than it looks
Ripping is tougher than it looks

Now I have restarted the Funky Grandpa sweater, confident that it will be done by June.

Don’t mock me.

We’ve had some C O L D days. Yes, it’s Winter but we’ve never had it so cold that our heating unit couldn’t keep up. It never got above 63 degrees, inside (57 in the bedroom). We learned to adapt.

Hats. Inside! And Wes slept on the heated waterbed.
Hats. Inside! And Wes slept on the heated waterbed.

The snow wasn’t without it’s beautiful parts.

Snow - shoveled to the side of the driveway, and then blown back with the high winds.
Snow – shoveled to the side of the driveway, and then blown back with the high winds.

This was beautiful until the town plowed our driveway in and I promptly got stuck on the “hump”, while trying to drive out. My car was halfway in the street for 40 minutes, as I tried to dig myself out…get into car and rock it back and forth…lather, rinse, repeat. A town worker drove by (lucky me) right before a friend of Tom’s came to help free me.

Winter Wonderland
Winter Wonderland

And when the temperature went from -5 degrees to the low 40’s along with rain, it was transformed again.

False hope that Winter was over.
False hope that Winter was over.

And it’s only the 15th…