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Saturday, December 31, 2005

Double stranded

No, I am not ready to write about Morocco yet. I am still kinda whacked out from travel and simply do not want to discuss it.

I am knitting Ubernatural by Stephanie Japel. Actually I am knitting two. I am modifying the sleeves because my arms get cold. So they will be longer. Maybe have a frill on the cuff. I can NEVER follow a pattern - ever. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not.

One of them is knitted of Peruvian Collection cuzco in red and the other is a double strand of Noro Silk Garden in the disc. Chartreuse, browns, pinks colorway. This was a very popular colorway evidently, (because once a colorway get too popular Noro seems to discontinue it, a good but frustrating policy) and I bought a ton of it to make the Not So Warm version of the Einstein coat, but it didn't happen. So I had all this silk garden in my stash. Lots and lots of it.

In any case its making a nice sweater. I like it better (the silk garden) double stranded. A word to the wise however, Matching the colors to make a double strand of a Noro yarn will make you a tad crazy. See you almost have to completely unwind a ball to find the right color match and then the repeats are soo long and gradual it's a major pain to get them to line up properly. Then the topper is this: When you have to join a new ball the end is always one of 6 different shades of mud. I am not knocking the mud shades. They are gorgeous. They are one of the points that make this particular colorway so lovely. But as I said, there are at least 6 of them.
I guess the way to double strand without losing your mind completely (a totally likely proposition, for me, anyway)is to strand it ball by ball as you go OR to match them all together before starting said project. If you do this you WILL have a giant ball of yarn in your knitting. space. But that's ok. It makes for interesting conversation - especially with non knitters.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

broken / a rant

Getting to Maroc. Qu'ell horreur! I have discovered that airlines have all gone downhill. All of them. Watch the TV show "Airline" for examples. There is little courtesy, little customer service, lots of waiting, incredible layovers, more incredible flight paths. The people in all countries seem to have lost any semblance of politeness (I cannot count how many people tried to run down my six - year old daughter in their haste) they push, shove and say incredibly rude things. They become antsy if because (for instance) my daughter (the aforementioned six year old) cannot move fast enough into her seat to suit them in their deep desire to get to the rear of the plane and store their overhead baggage. Christ. Maybe it was worse because of Christ anyway. We did travel during the Christmas season. (so much for joy and peace and goodwill)

This may sound self-pitying, but my body, due to the joys of fibromyalgia, feels broken. My body is broken. I want to cry. It hurts -physically,mentally, spritually. I feel useless. At Ch. De Gaulle airport - in a state of repair - I almost broke down. I wanted to be left on the runway to be run over by the next plane out. I almost begged. My body hurt, I was emotionally stressed and overly exhausted. When we arrived at our destination, I did cry. For about 2 hours. Then again in private, and then again 2 days later. My friends, who I thought I was travelling with, kept going on ahead of My daughter and I and I felt bereft. (Don't get me wrong, I love these friends dearly) You see there was this schedule and there was no room in said schedule for the young or the infirm. My husband valiantly put a foot out and that slowed them a tad.

I understand that a malady like fibro can be impossibly difficult to understand.(Maybe exercise would help) I don't understand it either. (Maybe exercise would help)The Frigging medical establishment doesn't understand it. (Maybe exercise would help)It's not fatal. You LOOK healthy. When your meds are working you seem healthy. It's a lie. Your body is broken. I can't unfold my body or fold it up if I have been sitting/standing for a period of time. Said sitting or standing may feel physically unbearable after oh - ten minutes, but changing your position takes a long time. (You sit or strighten one spinal disc at a time.) Unfortunately I discovered (again) that in this world of hustle bustle people simply do not have the time to wait. Oh and in case you were wondering ,exercise DOES NOT help, A little bit - yes, but anything beyond that makes IT WORSE. (The excercise thing really drives me nuts. It's all I ever hear. Do you excercise? Get some excercise. Excercise ought to help that! )

A Word to those travelling with disabilites. Take your time. If the trip is long BREAK IT UP into small pieces you can handle. Don't overdo it or there will be payback. Stay overnight at a flight change. It will cost more. Too bad. The cost is nothing caompared to the feelings of devastation you may experience. Save up an extra year if need be. Above All TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!

In spite of all my moaning and groaning of this day, people, I do love you. Funny, that I should feel this when I hurt most. But really I do. Take care of yourselves. Be good to your family. Love one another. Please, let's make this world more bearable, even for those young or strong enought to bear it well already.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Back from Maroc

Oi yoi yoi. Jet Lag Day. I am tired. But I am here. I begged to be let off the airplane at Ch. De Gaulle airport and left on the runway on the way TO Maroc, nd the flight home was not much more fun.