...last night, I blew my nose so hard it felt like I'd given birth. In fact, I named it Kirby and wrapped it warmly in a soft Puffs tissue before throwing it in the trash to fend for itself...
Seriously, I'm feeling better, so I'm eschewing the docs' office in favor of going with Jelly and Rose to Manitou Springs to cruise the shops while they look at, maybe buy, some Christmas presents (yeah - pick the tourist trap with the terribly inflated prices to shop...). I'll still need oxygen, and I think I'm going to use my walker since Manitou consists of uphill goat paths and lugging that heavy O2 around tires my ass out.
The Scarf - its become my personal bogeyman - is coming along. I worked on it last night until I got to the point where I was swearing at it out loud. If I go into one of the shops there and see a black scarf with a rosebud motif, I'm going to jump on it and BURN the cursed thing mocking me at home.
My next project is a shawl, but I'm buying one that's plain - a nice cream-colored one - that I'll embroider with vines and flowers along the edge. Since I like embroidery, it'll be a project I actually enjoy.
(And I decided I need a shawl to drink tea in... I am becoming a true recluse, and the professional eremite requires the proper clothing. A shawl is as essential as casting brooding looks at well-meaning strangers and growling at small children.)
The truth is that considering the way the wind is already whipping through the cracks around the windows, I think I'm gonna be a little cold this winter, so I'm getting ready to hibernate. Sweaters, a shawl, and my awesome collection of hideous sweats will, I think, get me through the frigid months. I know that the owner, as sweet as he is, isn't about to waste much money on keeping the collection of failures and moral defectives who abide here warm.
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