I haven't been posting much, because really, there hasn't been anything worth talking about. I get up and go to work every day. I come home and work on my scarves for Anthrocon. I spend weekends hanging out with friends. My mind is almost completely dominated by stresses I'm not willing to blog about yet, yarn-craft deadlines, and gaming.
We finally got everyone in the same place at one time, and were able to play Werewolf. Gods, I keep forgetting how much I love that game. And how much I love my character... It always makes for a good game when everyone else is also having fun, resulting in us forgetting to watch the time and running on far past when we had intended to stop! I kind of miss the days when we used to play until someone literally fell asleep! But this group isn't up for those kind of sessions. But we seem to have a (mostly) functional group, and this might actually last to a complete chronicle! I was pleasantly surprised at how well Cortez did in his first session. He still has to make up his mind if he's going to continue playing, but I hope he does.
As far as the yarn-craft goes, I'm slowly but steadily working my way through my list of projects. I'd probably be further in my progress if I didn't keep distracting myself by adding new projects!
- Complete the Elements of HArMoNY scarves in time for Anthrocon. I
finished the elements of H , Ar, and Mo and am more than halfway through N.
I have a minion that will sew in the eleventy million yarn ends, so I
don't have to. But he'll get equal credit when I turn them in for the
charity raffle, so I don't feel the least bit bad about making him do
the crap work. And he's doing a good job, too!
- Knit my $5 in Paris sweater.
Thing A Day in February. I plan to make eleventy million washcloths again. DONE! - Skillet handle cover for the cast iron skillet.
- Pot holders. I don't even know why I want these, but one must admit they're useful!
- New
wristers for me to wear to work. I made a set out of the silky merino
Zelda gave me for my birthday They are amazing, but they stretch so much
during wear. I need to felt them to make them fit better. And I still
want a new pair in a different yarn. I started on a pair, using the fingering weight yarn I got at the Fabric Fair, and a pair of size 0 needles. Such teeny little stitches!
- Wristers
for Tom. My uncle works outside, and has been wearing little
wrist-bands to help keep his hands warm. Good woolen wristers will do a
lot more for him!
- Wristers
for Mort. If I'm making them for family, why not my roommate who is a
mechanic. Warm hands + maintaining dexterity = a good thing every time!
Did I mention that he's totally knit-worthy at this point? Well,
I made one... The rest of the yarn is sitting with the needles, waiting
for me to pick them back up again. It will eventually become a portable
project for during my commute to work.
- New
arm warmers for myself. I love my "tiger paws" but they don't fit very
well, and they don't look that good with everything. I need to make a
nice grey(?) pair that will look good with any outfit. Plus do better at
sizing them than my first attempt.
- A new shawl for this summer. I
bought yarn as a treat, and it's my project for during the
commute to work. I have no real deadline for it, but can't wait to
finish it. Just a simple, one-skein project to remind me that I'm worth
something nice "just because." But for now, it's in "time out" until I have the energy to rip back past a mistake.
Baby gift for supervisor L- Baby gifts for Berry I just want to make adorable baby things! And she is the lucky acquaintance who managed to get pregnant at the right time!
See what I mean? The list just keeps getting longer! But I'm still making things. And finishing them. I'm also forming next year's to-knit list of big projects. I'm seriously considering a goal of a king-sized afghan and a Doctor Who scarf in the same year!
I'm going to regret posting this, but it's how I'm feeling right now.
So, Mort isn't working right now. The reason is irrelevant to this conversation. But he is no longer getting a paycheck, and doesn't have any savings. That means someone else has to pay his bills until he is getting paid again. Naturally, I passed this information on to the other roommates, and the response I have gotten from the mated pair is effectively "It's not our problem." Meaning that Cortez and I are left having to eat the entirety of Mort's bills between the two of us.
Don't get me wrong. I make enough money that as long as I have help, I can cover Mort. It just can't do it and be able to afford any kind of pleasurable activities. No more fur meets. No more Sunday morning breakfast at the local cafe. No more anything except work, paying bills, and sleep. And Cortez has said that he'll only support Mort for a month, which means if the job search takes too long, I'll be having to tap my savings to cover that difference. Then it goes from an inconvenience to a hardship.
It's funny. When the mated pair had money difficulties, they had no problem asking Mort & I both to help them out, but when Mort needs help... *crickets* When they asked me for help, I gave it without thought. When Cortez is short on his bills, I cover him till he has the money. Now Mort needs help, and my only thought was "How do we want to handle this as a household." And I hear that it should be his boyfriend's responsibility, or he should call his parents for money. What would happen if, gods forbid, I lost my job? Or if I just wasn't able to shoulder this latest burden? After all the times I've commented that I thought this household was functioning as a family, after all the dinners I've made for everyone out of my own pocket, I don't get it. And then, I comment that the stress of having to be the only one responsible for everything, but I'm still brushed off by this attitude.
This next month is going to make some very difficult decisions for me. It's going to affect my relationships with several friends. It's going to determine how I continue to spend my limited social time. I know I'm not going to be easy to be around while I go through this... It's too much like what I went through when supporting the ex-spouse. I don't like having my entire social life being making my friends come to my house. I need to go out and do things!
And now I've stressed myself into another anxiety attack. Lovely. Time to post this and go back to crochet. Playing with yarn makes me concentrate on something that makes me happy and relaxed. I need to focus on that for a while...
It's been a while since I was able to post on here. Much has happened, and I'll have to find my list of things to talk about before I can remember everything I wanted to say. But I have moved into the new house, and the unpacking is happening, slowly but surely...
I have wanted to have a house for so long. It's been years since I decided I was tired of apartment living, but I couldn't afford to rent a house on my own, and being the sole income... Well, it just wasn't going to happen. But now that I have roommates, things are different. I am still living with Roomie C, but the rest of the roomies are new. Joe will be staying with us till the end of this month, then it will only be residents of WTF (use your imagination). We all have such plans for making this a comfy, cozy home for all of us. We have been discussing decorating and household rules for the last week. I still don't know how things are going to work out, but I have high hopes.
As excited as I am about moving into my new home, this move was very stressful for me. I spent two weeks trying to get everything packed, but Roomie C had trouble remembering to bring home enough boxes. And even though I started packing early, the boys waited till the last minute, and didn't want to help me. By that point, they were worried about being able to pack their own stuff. Then, I stayed up all night/day on Wednesday helping the new roommates move in. By Thursday, I was exhausted, and emotionally drained. I quit. I told the buys that if they didn't pack up the kitchen, I was leaving it all behind. I cried all day Thursday, and half of Friday. At least, I wasn't an emotional wreck by Saturday. At that point, my body was giving out on me. I could barely walk, my feet and legs were so swollen that I was losing feeling in my toes. I was ecstatic to be able to sleep in my own bed again, instead of on the floor or someone else's bed. Being able to elevate my feet has helped so much. I can walk again and am starting to carry my boxes upstairs to my bedroom. I can't wait to get my dresser up there, next, so that I can unpack my clothes into it.
Oh well... I shoudl go out to wait for my lunch to arrive, then get back to trying to figure out where everything should go! I'll post more soon-ish!
