Monday, January 2, 2012
The Power of The Subconscious
I decided today that one of my resolutions for the New Year was to learn to knit socks. When I was young I was taught to knit by my mother and a pair of house slippers was the first project I was taught to knit, a very simple first project. I learned soon to knit "in the round" using four needles and then moved up to hats and mittens, graduating to gloves with five fingers. I have made afghans and scarves but really haven't knitted for years except for a disastrous doggie sweater I made for my dachshund Augie. It might have looked OK if he was a foot longer, had a large hump in the middle of his shoulders and a couple of extra legs and if his throat had been as big around as his butt. Otherwise, it was a really good fit.
I started wondering this evening why I had a sudden urge to knit. Why was this dwelling on my mind? Then it dawned on me. CATHETERS! The intermittent catheters I am using sorta generally remind you of a knitting needle. Duh. I'm handling them over and over and over and over, and I guess it has been tickling at the back of my brain. Now that I have already gone and bought the yarn and new needles and downloaded some new patterns I have figured it out. Probably should have saved myself the trouble - I thought I was being inspired, instead I was being nagged. Sigh.
Since I have some new wonderfully crazy yarn I think I am going to have to knit some socks. I know myself tho. Probably this resolution is going to go into the box with all my other unfinished resolutions. I will hit myself over the head later and say "Why did you ever start this??" - at least this time I have figured out the why!
I am on my way to St. Louis tomorrow to see Dr. Bellyfixer. With gastroparesis I have to take "Miralax" every week in order to make everything move through my system. Some weeks it is very hard to make things move. Such is my dilemma tonight. Watch - I will be three hours into a five hour drive and the Miralax Miracle will decide to happen between rest stops. I guess I'll take extra clothes. Gosh, I feel like Charlie Brown - I just can't seem to win. Drat or as Snoopy would say "Bleah." Thinking of Snoopy maybe I will go dancing in my mind with Snoopy and the bunnies; beagles are Always Happy and Joyous (at least our family beagle Max was). Wandering down memory lane a little too much lately I think, but its such a lovely lane!