One Crazy Fiber Lady

The ramblings of a fiber-affected single mother of twins who makes a living as a code monkey

One Crazy Fiber Lady


September 13th, 2005 · 5 Comments

I’m guessing my resistance is a tad low at the moment, at least on the health side. The allergy attack I thought I was having yesterday, seems to be uncomfortably cold-like today. I woke up feeling as if I’d been hit by a bus. I tried to go to sleep early last night, but my noisy upstairs neighbor/landlords felt otherwise. They were having a birthday party for someone where the cake song didn’t get sung until 10:45. What? They finally quit making noise at 12:30am. I hate living under people, especially since they lack carpeting in most of their rooms and have a penchant for wearing wooden shoes, rearranging the furniture regularly and dropping bowling balls from shoulder height. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but honestly, it sure sounds like that. I dozed fitfully until they shut up and then got some good sleep. My voice is disappearing now and I could really use a nap.

I slept in a bit late, but then again, so did the twins. At least it was a day where my mom takes them and I can get them off without dressing them or even feeding them. Yeah, I’m a cruel-hearted mom. I did pack clothes for them and made sure my folks knew they hadn’t eaten. Heck, I had to wake them to get them out to the car anyway. On the up side, some wonderful fellow standing near the train tracks asked me whether I’d like a free cup of coffee this morning. Oh boy would I! I think I love him. Maybe not. I might change my mind if he greats me with coffee tomorrow.

I did the math required to figure out the requirements for Alexander’s Opal Rainforest Fish sock this morning. Probably not the best time to do it, but hey, I like to live dangerously. I found that with the Flamingo Opal and the metal needles, I was getting 8st/11.5 rows to the inch. With the rosewood needles and the Fish, 9 st/12 rows. I can’t remember what size the metal needles where, but I vaguely suspect that they are a 2 while the rosewoods are a 1. I finished the ribbing and halfway done with the cuff already on the first monkey sock. Love that knitting for toddlers thing. I was too busy chatting with my commuting buddy to knit last night on the way home. As predicted, between the Power Squadron pizza dinner and not feeling well, I didn’t swatch the Wool of the Andes for Samus yet. I’ll get around to it eventually.

I’ve been doing more reading before bed recently. I finally finished the Harry Potter book. I enjoyed it. I’m not going to spoil this for anyone who still hasn’t finished it, but a friend of mine has some a very interesting theory. I will say this, I do like Snape. Whether it is because he’s played by one of my absolute favorite actors in the movies, I’m not entirely sure, but anything is possible. I am looking forward to the next book and since the kids will be a bit older, I might actually get to read it quicker than this one! Those who read on typepad as opposed to within bloglines, might have noticed another book disappear from my current reads list. I’ve put the Robert Jordan book back into the inactive pile. While I’ve enjoyed that series, it has dragged on and on and on. There is far too much detail that I just can’t care about and find distracts from the story. The minutia of the details has become tedious and the story’s pacing has slowed down considerably. There’s so much good reading material out there that I refused to be taken prisoner by a bad book. There’s a new one in the series due out next month and honestly, I’m just not excited about it. I have started reading the Deb Macomber book, A Good Yarn. Any novel that comes complete with a sock knitting pattern can’t be all bad! Right now it is my bedtime read with the Gabaldon in my palm pilot as my “commuting-don’t feel like knitting” read.

And now, for today’s installment of the trials and tribulations of a dating woman….

I’d like to thank everyone for their feedback on yesterday’s post regarding the pesty and pushy fellows. It is definitely nice to be validated in ones feelings. I’ve done some thinking about the whole thing and I do believe that I was the “fresh meat” on the service and the boys pounced. I’m taking Sara’s advice and not giving out the phone number so early anymore. I’ve set up an email account at gmail just for dating correspondence. The pests are getting emails to either back off and progress at a more traditional pace or get lost. New guys are getting the email address in response to requests for the phone number along with a brief explanation that I’ve had some bad experiences and would like to wait before sharing it. If they bite, yay. If not, they wouldn’t be overly understanding of the whole kid issue either. If we can then have good conversations via email, without spamming and actually waiting for replies before sending more, we can readdress the telephone usage. I may have made some mistakes early on, but at least I can learn from them. The email to (B) was particularly required as he called my office, my cell and sent me an email this morning, on top of three calls last night. Enough already. Have I given anyone the blog address? Nope. If someone was a good enough googler, they might find it, but you know what, I haven’t said anything here that I wouldn’t say to their “face”. I’m not in a rush to find someone and get married. I want to do it right this time and that means taking it slowly with all due deliberation. If a man cannot understand that then he just isn’t the right one. So there.

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5 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Elaine // Sep 13, 2005 at 2:58 pm

    I’m sorry you are feeling rotten. Chicken soup, Grapefruit juice and lots of water..that’s the nurse’s Rx. Go Girl! Can I be you when I grow up? Oh wait…that means I’d have to grow up…never mind. 🙂

  • 2 Nancy J // Sep 13, 2005 at 6:12 pm

    I second Elaine! Chicken soup. Really. Come on — you gotta feel excellently well for Sept. 24 (lace) and Rhinebeck.

  • 3 mamacate // Sep 13, 2005 at 10:51 pm

    Wow, I’m just catching up! Okay, first of all, oh no about the escapees. I send you strength. I’d send you valium too, but for now, strength. 🙂

    Wow about the stalkers. My coworker is a single mom who dates and she deals with that all the time. I think dating must be so hard and confusing for men in their 30’s and 40’s that they go apeshit. She says she’s a magnet for stalkers (same kind of stuff), and it happens with surprising regularity. I do’t know the answer, just thought I’d tell you you’re not alone. 🙁

    Feel better! One month to Rhinebeck!

  • 4 Nancy // Sep 14, 2005 at 11:49 am

    Oh my! Out of control men and toddlers! Oh my!

    My sympathy for the next two years (not re the men, but rather the toddlers). The “discovery” years take years off your life! Good thing they’re so darned cute.

    Too bad grown men don’t engender such sympathy. I *so* know what you’re going through. I met Brian and my very long term boyfriend before him through ads in the Reader (pre-Eharmony, etc), so there are good men to be found, but the dreck seems to push to the front shouting “Pick me! Pick me!” to the point you almost give up. Don’t give up. When I see you I will tell you my stories and you can tell me yours and we’ll laugh them all off.

    Glad to hear your family down south is doing ok. So sad.

    Yes, how could Alan Rickman be all bad 😉 ? We can thrash those ideas around on that car trip too. Only a month!!! I’m getting excited because it seems real now.

  • 5 Judy // Sep 14, 2005 at 2:09 pm

    Oy. No wisdom on the dating front, except to say that I tried the online thing to no success a couple of years ago, and gave up on it. But my good friend met a wonderful man on and they have been together for quite a while now. Good luck!!