Working On A Quirky Graph

One of the many, handy distraction techniques that I use is crocheting. Specifically blankets. Sometimes I will make winter caps and scarves, but mostly it is blankets. I figure you can’t go wrong with a good blanket, they are stackable and versatile when you get cold. It is actually quite the habit. I can no longer keep track of all the blankets I have made over the years. It is a cozy hobby to have in the colder months as it will do double duty of keeping your hands and mind mostly occupied as well as provide the needed warmth by layering up.

I can admit to working on blankets in all sorts of places. I have absolutely taken a blanket on a flight more than once just so I can keep busy, It is a great hobby for watching something on television, and more than once I have brought it into the office with me to work on during longer meetings. I have more yarn than I probably should, but when I really get going on a project, more often than not I will come close to running out of the skein or color by the time I finish. This last project I lost Yarn Chicken and had to substitute with a yarn that doesn’t resemble what the rest of the blanket is at all. I’m glad that I didn’t promise this out to anyone or try and create it as a gift as it is not my best work. Not only did I lose against the Yarn Gods, the specific color seems to be discontinued and different forums are full of people trying to score one, two or more skeins to finish their project.

Meanwhile, since I’ve finished this latest project I will need to find a new project to distract myself from the absurdities at work. I’m a little concerned that after losing yarn chicken that will also lose job chicken, but all I can do is play out the hand I have. I have a specific goal in mind, I just don’t know how much more goodwill I can rely on to make it to the desired date. Plus this new challenge incorporates the skill of being pleasant to everyone whether I believe the deserve it.

I keep trying to rise above the pettiness, but when I tripped walking down the hallway to work, I saw the Devil was laying low, reminding me how far I’d sunk looking for the bar for common sense and respect. I shouldn’t have to limbo with the dead just to find a level of politeness that allows me to interact with those that practice fakeness like a competitive sport. I’ll be honest, the last time I played sports I was a heckuva lot younger and my knees worked like they are supposed to so I can bob and weave. Now I just stumble and lurch trying to avoid insincere flattery, outrageous requests and insults whispered just out of earshot, but loud enough that I can hear my name.

Eyes on the prize though. The engineer will be here tomorrow and I will be able to finally get an idea what needs to happen in the corner of the house. Fingers crossed I can afford it. And I need to start planning next steps. Make sure I have all my pieces in place for what is coming and that I am prepared for what may go wrong. That’s the hard part. I’m finally in a decent place when it comes to amount of work and what I can save up, but the end is picking up speed toward me like a train leaving the shipping yard. I can feel the rumbling of change in my chest, I just need to be ready for whatever is coming down the line.