So Lucky

 How did I get so lucky to have such good friends?  

I really don't know, because when you get right down to it, I don't deserved a single one of them.  

I've been feeling pretty down on myself here lately, and all because I don't seem capable of picking up a stupid phone and calling the plumber.  But today!  Today was going to be the day.  I was going to call the plumber...from the parking lot at work, before I even left the plant.

But once I got into my car, I said, "Eh, I'll call when I get home".   Then when I got home, I said, "Eh, I'll call tomorrow..." and once again, a day has gone by when I didn't call the plumber.  I was mentally berating myself pretty harshly.  What is wrong with me that this is so difficult? Why can't I make a simple phone call?  Why do I have to be this way?  

In the midst of all that gloom and self doubt, I checked the mail box and found a squishy package!  It was from one of my newest friends, and completely out of the blue.  Inside that squishy package was kitchen towels with the little crocheted tops,  

And some hot pads, 

and -- as if that weren't enough already --  knit dishcloths with a crocheted edging! 

all in beautiful Fall colors.  My favorite time of year!

But the best thing of all was a note thanking me for the gift of my friendship.  How did I get so lucky to have such good friends?  The towels are on point.  I truly am blessed.  

Thank you, Rebecca!  

I've actually been working on something for you, too, but I'm afraid it might be a minute before I get it done.  Now that I'm about ready for Christmas, at least as far as gifts go, I should be able to pick it back up soon. 

As for what I've been knitting, well, we had a bit of a tragedy here.  Well, not so much a tragedy, but a ... um, setback.  That's all it was, a setback.  

If you'll recall, I've been knitting on a hat using some Caron Simply Soft, and I was upset because there were two, yes two, knots in the yarn.  The first knot, I cut out and did a proper join, but when I got to the second knot, I was so aggravated I just hid the knot on the backside of the knitting and carried on.  That turned out to be a mistake, as I got this far, and ...heavy sigh...the knot came loose. 

My first instinct was to rip the whole hat out and toss it, but I decided that would be a foolish thing to do.  Instead, I ripped back to before the first knot, picked up the stitches, and got back to knitting  -- this time, doing proper joins both times.  As of this writing, I'm almost back to where I was before I ripped,

only now I'm playing a pretty serious game of yarn chicken.  The pattern says to make the body of the hat 8 1/2 inches, but I'm not sure I'm going to win my game if I do that.  I'm thinking I may put in a lifeline at 6 1/2 inches, and another at 7 1/2 inches, so if I do run out of yarn, I can rip back to one of the lifelines --depending on how much yarn I have left --and start the decreases from there.  

I'll keep you posted.

And now to finish this blog with a bit of good news. They've finally told us we can come out of our masks at work!  That was the last place around here that was requiring them, so I am completely 100% mask free now!  Whoo Hoo!.  

The downside of that is now Stalker can see my face again, so he's out there more and more, just staring....staring...staring....

It's almost enough to make me want to put the mask back on.  

Almost....

But not quite. 

Happy New Year

I've watched football all day long--so much so that it feels like Saturday. I'm almost afraid that I'm going to get up and try to go to church in the morning.

LSU dropped the Capitol One bowl because they didn't decide to start playing football until the 4th quarter. Well, that, and both Charles Scott and Keland Williams were out injured. Without them, the Bayou Bengals couldn't establish a running game, and everyone knows that once you make a team one dimensional, it's pretty easy to beat them. Penn State won on a last second field goal. Final score was 19-17.

Then I watched the Rose Bowl--and Ohio State finally won one after dropping the Fiesta Bowl last year, and two National Championships in a row. No dog in that fight, but still, it's the Grandaddy of them all.

Finally, the Sugar Bowl. Somehow, they expected it to be a close game, but Florida handled Cincinnati pretty easily--51-24. The bad part about that game was having to listen to 4 hours of sappy, syrupy, gushing, man love for Tim Tebow. I feel like I need some extra insulin or something, now.

That's pretty much how I spent my New Year's Day. Watching football and knitting.

Conversation with Dex

Me: How you doing, Dex?

Dex: I'm doing alright, Becky.

Me: Did I already ask you that today?

Dex: Yeah, but you know, it never hurts to ask again.

Me: I'm sorry. Johnny has me part staging today and these people have my brain all scrambled.

Dex: You're part staging?

Me: Yeah. I've been part staging ever since Dian fell out that day. If Johnny keeps putting me over there, I'm going to ask for part stager's pay.

Dex: It sure won't hurt to ask.

Me: It never hurts to ask. The worst they can do is say 'no'."

Dex: We're used to hearing them say 'no' around here, aren't we?

Me: Not me. I'm used to hearing them say 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I can't believe you asked such a stupid question!!!!!'"

I'm glad I could make Dexter laugh. He needed it.

His momma was murdered last week.
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