Knitting is my fourth medication

First thing! I got a good link for my gloves. http://www.palmflex.com/storefront/detail.aspx?ID=506 Ron hinted strongly he'd like some, so I asked Ron point-blank if he wanted a pair and he said yes. So, happy anniversary. I don't have to spend a lot of money for him to feel loved.

Whenever I'm ready to hang up my crochet hook, I get another call to arms. After I finish "Sue's Thing" I'm going to be doing "Polly's thing". This time, I have some ideas for a lovely earthy hue; with the recipient's name embroidered on the afghan so no one can "Lose"it. I think I'm going to end up storing that yarn I assumed I was giving away. I've been thinking about maybe doing a sort of store. I'd make afghans and put them online. If someone wanted one, they'd send me a check made out to the Salvation Army or another good charity. Once I got the check, I'd donate it, and mail them the afghan. I'd appreciate input. What do you think?

I feel sorry for vegans. For a while, when I was manic, around age 13 I decided to live the vegan lifestyle. It didn't work. Not to mention I sure missed those trips to Burger King with Dad. Thick shakes, charbroiled patties, yum yum. I cannot imagine a life without meat and animal-based products. It must be very sad. Self-satisfaction and moral superiority don't make a good meal; I've tried. Sorry.

I had one of those "Purpose of life" incidents today where I realize God does need me exactly how I am now. If I were "normal", He couldn't work through me the way He can now. Ron and I were riding Metrolift to work; we had an hour and a half trip to work. That's not uncommon; the weather was horrible, and the driver had 3 other trips between our pickup and our drop off. Anyways, we'd made our last pickup and I told the passenger, "Don't worry, she's a good driver, we've been riding for over an hour." He looked in the backseat at me and said "Really?" He was shocked and surprised that I had such a calm and happy attitude, I guess, and it was a good opportunity to witness "I let my life be my testimony". Anyone can pitch a tantrum and get an ugly attitude, what's our secret? We're saved. It was really neat to see him to a double take and think about our "Fruits" (as believers, we're supposed to act differently). I'm glad to know I'm doing my job.

All that said, I do have to add, I had my knitting and I was knitting during the waits. It makes me a better me, kind of like my medication. Ha! I like that. "Knitting is my fourth medication". Nice.

We had another trainee invasion at work. I helped them as best I could, got Snack 2 running again (the poor baby is very decrepit), stocked the machines with chips and candy bars, etc. I did, however, run out of time before I could check the change banks. I need to make sure they're full or it will say "Exact change only" - some naughty machines will just fail to give correct change. Other than that, I got everything done and helped Ron too.

Then we went out to lunch, came home, and took a nap. Yay!