Wednesday night (or Thursday morning, whatever), I was reminded again why I like to go shopping late at night. I left the house shortly after 12:30, and by 3:15, I had been to Wal-mart, to the Post Office to mail a package (via credit card operated kiosk), and to Market Street, done a month’s worth of grocery shopping, got it hauled into the house and put away. There were maybe fifteen other shoppers at Wal-mart, nobody at the Post Office, and two other shoppers at Market Street. I didn’t have to hunt a place to park, and didn’t have to stand in line and wait to get checked out at either store. The only downside was that the in-store bakery at Market Street was closed and there was nobody to run a loaf of artisan bread through the slicer, so I’ll have to slice it myself. Zut alors.
I worked nights for nigh onto 30 years, loved it, and still have a hard time keeping myself on a daytime schedule. It doesn’t take much to flip me back into third shift. The nerves in the leg of the knee I had replaced are still healing and every time a new branch heals and reconnects, it has to yell at my brain for a while before it settles down. Evidently, Tuesday night, a big branch reconnected and we got the electrified icepick jabs in the leg intermittently all night. It finally settled down about 6:00 a.m., at which point I rolled over and slept uninterruptedly most of the day Wednesday, because I finally could (instead of going grocery shopping, like I had originally planned). Fortunately, this has been happening less and less often as healing progresses.
This time when I got groceries, I got some Truvia to try. Yes, I will admit it. Twinkle Tons could stand to lose some weight. (Twinkle Tons could drop 50 pounds and never miss them!) So far, so good. The taste is not noticeably different than the genuine article, which is a big thing. I haven’t used artificial sweeteners in the past because they have a whangy aftertaste that I find unpleasant. Particularly saccharine. So now the game plan is: Less sugar. Less bread. More exercise. (Dream on.)
In the knitting news, I finished the pair of baby booties that goes with the cardigan and hat. I just have to block the cardigan and sew on the buttons and the layette is finished. It’s done in blue yarn, and the baby is a girl, but I made a pair of pink booties for her, too, so that.
I’ve finally gotten around to proofing the pattern for the ball-jointed doll sweater (knitted on US1/2.25 mm double pointed needles), which has a cable down the front. The stitch gage is 6 stitches/8 rows = 2 cm, which is tiny, and I had to go hunt up my tapestry needle to use as a cable needle. For the proof piece, I’m using a cotton thread in a light blue that doesn’t split as bad as the teal yarn I used above. I also adjusted the pattern to do the cable crosses every other row instead of every two rows. It makes a tighter cable and I like the look much better. I was working on it, stopped to fix something, then spent five minutes looking for my fifth needle — which I was holding in my mouth all along. Sigh.
My hair is finally long enough to pull back away from my face in what I call a “top pony tail”, á la “Witcher” (which I’m looking forward to watching — mostly to oggle Henry Cavill. . . .) or Joe Cheng’s character in L.O.R.D. Critical World. (It’s still not long enough to all go back in a regular ponytail, though.) White hair is apparently all the rage these days, so I’m right in fashion. (For once.)
The Branta canadensis, a migratory species of dinosaurs, have returned for the winter. I passed this herd in the park near where my mom lives. They’ve parked on the grass, and obviously can’t read the signs. T’is the season. . .
Note that the type of grass we use for lawns here in the flatlands (Cynodon dactylon, AKA Bermuda grass) dies off in the fall (that yellow stuff on the ground), but regrows from the roots each spring.
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I’ve just binged on the entire Witcher series, because I grew up reading the book series and played the Witcher games many times, and even named my cat after one of the characters so I might be a bit of a fan. I’s thought initially that Henry was too cute to play the Witcher, but he is just amazing… plus nice to look at, so what more could I ask for? 😉
I just can’t imagine heading out to do all that errand running at night. Of course, I’m pretty much an in-bed-by-ten sort. Sometimes I’ll make it until 11 if I’m really involved with something, but I need my six or seven hours, and I like getting up early. Creature of habit, and all that. I found myself wondering if your town’s quieter and safer at night, too. Around here, I don’t like driving at night. It’s not that my eyes are bad, it’s that the drivers are. As the traffic lightens up and the alcohol consumption increases, it’s time to play racetrack, and they do.
I heard some real griping on our hunting and fishing show this weekend and last that there just aren’t any geese down here. I’m not going to be the one to call in and tell them where they are.