Sick, sick, siiiiiiick *gag*

I thought my morning sickness had gone away. I really thought it had. (I think it had.) Greg brought a cold home over the weekend, though, which he generously shared with me (thanks, sweetie!) and now the nausea and gag reflex has kicked into overdrive. I think my stomach is just alarmed by the sheer mass of mucus that could potentially be headed its way (yummy) and is determined to ’save’ me from it. And from dirty dishes. And from hair that touches my throat. And the sound of anyone else coughing. Yay! Thanks, stomach. Just what I wanted.

In misery I turned to the list of approved medications given to me by my practicioner at my first appointment. They recommend something called Emetrol (never heard of it) and something called Heavy Peach Syrup. What? A little internet searching confirmed that they did, in fact, mean the syrup that comes in the cans with the peaches. Interesting. Well, I didn’t have any canned peaches, but I had some pears. In lite (not ‘light…’) syrup. I thought it was a good way to eliminate uneccessary sugar/calories. Whatever. But it helped. I wonder if it’s the sugar that does it, and if that could possibly be the reason I’ve recently abandoned my Chex and Crispix for Lucky Charms. Who knows.

The point is that I feel de-fogged for the first time in two days. And a good thing, too, because apparently while I was zoned out on the couch, Max pulled all of the books off of all the shelves he could reach, emptied the desk drawers, and moved his blocks to strategically dangerous places all around the living room. And I seem to have lost my crochet hook. *sigh* I have a long day ahead, and I’m already tired…

Things to talk about

Greg’s grandfather died last week. I can’t help feeling sad that he clung to life so long that his family, who rushed to his bedside when he first was admitted to the hospital, had all trickled back to their homes and their jobs. I think it might have been better for the family if they had all been able to be together. As it was, people drifted back in the days before the funeral, stayed for a few days, and then trickled home again. We couldn’t afford to take another trip as a family so soon - plus Max and I were still messed up from our journey - and Greg wasn’t even going to go at first. I made him and I’m glad I did - I think he’ll agree it was the best thing, too.

So while he’s been gone (he’s coming back tomorrow!) I’ve been watching the Olympics. I’m not taking part in the Fiber Olympics, even though I think it sounds like a lot of fun. (I’ll have to try and remember to keep my crocheting schedule clear four years from now. What? Two years? Nope, nuh-uh. Can’t stand to watch the Summer Olympics. Most boring waste of airtime…ever. Sorry, Olympic athletes.) The reason being, of course, that I’m already in the middle of a large project, complete with deadline. What is it? It’s my spring Crochetme submission, of course! My biggest entry to date, which means the most crocheting so far. Which means tiiime-consuming. *sigh* I think it’ll turn out nicely though, I just have to ‘buckle down.’

Thrift Shop-ping

Our local thrift shop had a bag sale yesterday. Now, I don’t usually frequent this particular thrift shop, because they think that their stuff is worth a lot more than I think it’s worth. You know. But they were having a bag sale. For those of you not familiar, a bag sale is where you cram all you can into a brown paper bag and get it for like, five dollars. (Only from a particular section of the store, of course.)
So I went with my neighbor (she ended up only buying one thing, and not even from the ’super sale’ section - like I said, really pretty poor selection for high prices) and what did I find but a complete set of encyclopedias! Of course, as nearly as I can tell, they were written in the late 70s, but as a kid you don’t go to the encyclopedias to read about current affairs of state and technological advances. You go to learn about birds, and volcanoes, and trees, and China. (Okay, the China entry might be a smidge out of date.) My parents have a set of encyclopedias, and I can’t even remember how many reports and science projects were written using their pages. My parents’ set is a few years more recent than my set, but who cares? I shoved just over half of the set into one bag, the rest of it into another with room to spare, and got a complete set of encyclopedias for ten dollars. (I also shoved in a Tom Clancy book for Greg and one other thing - a sweater.) It was a nostalgic indulgence, but why not?

I found this sweater in there, really the only one in that section worth dealing with.

It’s the wrong size, style and color for either me or Greg, but the bright crayon-box red is perfect for a little hoodie for Max. That’s my plan. It’s 100% cotton (for some reason we don’t see a lot of wool sweaters down here in Texas…) and barely worn at all. It’s perfect for unravelling, I’m really excited to start. This will be my second ‘reclaimed’ sweater: the first was a plush acrylic sweater that was being passed around my family because it was nice, but way too big for anyone to wear. I ended up with three big ‘ol balls of yarn similar to TLC Amore (nice stuff) and I’m currently crocheting it into a skirt!

When I told Greg what I was planning to do with the sweater, he said we should teach Max Red Hooded Sweatshirt by Adam Sandler. He’s such a kook.