Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

What I intended to do while the husband was out was to look at my yarn, see if I had any that would make a good chicken, see what else I needed to knit one, print the pattern, walk to the local yarn/sewing shop for said supplies, and dig in.

What actually happened was I dug out the yarn to finish a Santa hat I started last fall but ran out of yarn for, then waited months to get the same yarn from the local place I got the first batch from, and then never got around to finishing. So I finished that, had some lunch, then walked over to the local yarn store. Got the extra bits, even managing to find it all without help, but then I also spotted two cross stitch kits that were to fun to pass up. Bought it all, brought it home, and immediately dug into one of the two cross stitch kits, because it was very simple and I wanted to surprise the husband with it. Almost had it done by the time he got home – just some extra backstitching I added to make the stars pop. Got it set in the hoop and zipped upstairs to show him the finished pattern, which was five gold stars on the top, with the words “Great place for a shit” underneath.

(here’s where I should explain that we have a half bath on the 2nd floor where we hang all of my cross stitch; I think this new one is going to go right above the cat’s litter box)

Never did start the chicken. Did frog the yarn I’m going to use, which was partially done up in a scarf that I wasn’t loving. The pattern I love, but not necessarily with that yarn.

The other motive for walking over to the yarn shop was just that – walking. Wanted to see how I did on a short (quarter mile/400 meter) walk with no crutch, and it went well, though I think I was paying way more attention than normal to how I was walking. Survived it, so now I need to do more of that.

This morning was the latest check-in with the orthopedist. He’s quite pleased with the progress. The numbness I still have around the bottom of the kneecap, though it’s been receding, is normal. Twelve weeks is this guy’s mantra for recovery, so we power on through PT. Physical therapy is more like a workout now than earlier on, progressively heavier weights as we strengthen the quads. Whee!

But it’s nice to have some external validation that the recovery work is humming right along on schedule.

Past that I’m just keeping my fingers crossed that my small gubm’nt agency keeps humming along. The latest draft budget out of the House wasn’t nearly as much of a cut as 47 proposed, just $2B less than the current budget, as opposed to $5.1B less. We expect the Senate to be even less enthused with his request, but none of this is final until it’s final, so I’m just keeping going as long as they’ll let me.

We did some random out of the house shopping this past weekend. Tried a new (to us) used bookstore, where I found some fun stuff. Tried to go to a thrift store, but the parking lot was full, with more cars in the aisle. Luckily we were able to turn around and get out without getting trapped. Ikea for some shelves for Legos, lunch at some point in there, and home to nap. Did walk a bit too much without the one crutch that I’m using out of the house, but that’s another thing I’m trying to stretch.

My physical therapist definitely upped the weights in our session today, and my quads are complaining about it. Which is all good, because it means the knee is getting stronger. Also the swelling is going down and I can see the normal dimples coming back, so yay.

I did some minimal shopping for prime days, mostly needed upgrades for stuff that was on its last legs, like the toaster oven that has crossed wires somewhere behind the buttons so sometimes the start button turns it on, sometimes it changes the convection settings. Always an adventure with the current one, so out it goes when the new one arrives.

Teleworking after the last few months of return-to-office mandates has been odd, since I’m typically the only person not there in person, and it always has to start with a recitation of having had knee surgery that I’m recovering from. Not that I regret either the surgery or the telework, it’s just an odd situation.