well, as predicted, the blood pressure thing has dropped down to very regular levels now. and for that matter my ankles came back and i dropped 3 pounds between doctor visits. the doc said "whatever you're doing is working". what i'm doing is not working. granted, i'm not getting a whole lot done right now either, but nesting and daydreaming about nesting is quite relaxing.

we finally got the huge painting from portland to seattle. i'm so excited about it. (pic on flickr).

my activities are mostly walking the dog, knitting, and cleaning. i can't say enough that the whole nesting thing is very real, and completely consuming. so odd.

i know this will all pass. but it's really not a bad gig right now. today's to do list involves the yarn store to replace some knitting needles (i'm so sad that lantern moon ebony DPNs are so fragile, i've broken another one - the first time one broke on it's own while knitting, this time it's my fault, but still, very fragile and too expensive to do again), kinokuniya, and probably pottery barn kids for a gifty.

blah blah.

two weeks from yesterday = fully baked. which means, any time now is possible.

Posted by talkingcrow at 12:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

What is making me crazy is I can't even talk (here) about the stuff that is driving me BATSHIT.

Please know, I'm being driven BATSHIT.

It will end soon.

I suspect my blood pressure will drop to the state of a zen monk swimming in a warm pool at sunrise when it does.

My patience is right out the window, gone all pear shaped. My plan: knit for several days straight, taking breaks to walk the dog, and possibly get some exercise before el poquito patron arrives. and some sewing. But screw it if I'm going to worry about the things I worry about now in about 48 hours.

ei -yi -yi.

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Dear Binky,
I know I didn't know you, but I miss you. I am so thankful for the legacy you left. B. is the best man I know. And every day I feel fortunate. I don't have on blinders, we're all imperfect, but character shows in the imperfections. You raised a man who is loving and compassionate, and cares for others first, all of the time. He is going to be a great father, he's already a great husband. You'd be proud, on so many levels. I do wish your grandson would have been able to meet you as well. As an almost-mother, I sure would want to be remembered as fondly as B. does you. And thought of as warmly as I do you. You are here in our hearts.

With love...

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"we" have been painting little man j's room. we means i supervise mr dad. I really love the colors in the house, especially in this shot because the white wall in the living room looks blue too, so it seems slightly more crazy than it actually is.

and unfortunately, that red bathroom will probably get painted a different color soon (the red never cured, so we have a sticky wall a year and a half later... there are about 7 coats of red, and no one wants that much fun twice, so it will be sanded, and then probably something tamer. like a dark sand color with a fancy name).

the pumpkin color (cognac) on the farthest wall was the first major color change in the house. before that it was a rather horrid dark green. that took 4-5 coats to cover. and as much as i love our yellow hallway... i know we'd have to paint it if we move. and it might seem sort of insane after we paint the bathroom a more subdued color.

we've just been picking colors we like for any given space. with less worry about the master plan. i can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

in the meantime, the orange in j's room (benjamin moore "orange juice") is the color of cheetos. and it rocks. the blue alcove will have some kind of mural on it, of a modern and simple sort. it will be the wall where the crib/bed lives.

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If it wasn't late, I'd take photos or something. I'm a flurry of Lamb's pride wool this week. For some unknown reason my blood pressure shot up this week, so I'm sort of supposed to be taking it super duper easy for a few days until they can prod at me again. So far my BP has been lower than normal in a very good way. So, a lot of HGTV quality time while I knit. That and hanging with the furry kids are my fix.

I've finished another pair of fuzzy feet and I'm almost done with another Kate the kitten (both are knitty patterns, and right now I'm too lazy to even deal with the link. maybe tomorrow.)

I fell down the blog hole today too. It's fun to re-find a blog and then read the whole damned thing. ha! More avoidance behavior. I'd like to be painting. I should be working.

Sheesh. I totally thought I had something to say. Clearly, I was wrong.

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