G and I were sitting on the couch, both of us in pain, and he said how much it sucked to get old. Now he just had a birthday putting him in the EIGHT YEARS OLDER than me category and I said, “DUDE I am not old.” And he replied, “That’s what makes you all the more pathetic.”
Fucker. I hate it when he’s right.
I know I’ve talked about this before – god, it’s over ten years now – once upon a time G went away on a business trip and I slept funny in the bed and it got a little too cold that night and the muscles between my shoulder blades basically froze and I was in extraordinary pain for a couple of days. I remember going to work that morning and almost throwing up on the subway and when I took a car service home the jostling in the car almost made me pass out. I was able to function after a couple of days and it went away completely about a week later but it left me with a weak spot. Know what I mean? Whenever I sleep a little too deep or the temperature drops a bit or the sun transverses the moon at a 180° trajectory or some other such nonesense I get a nice crick in the muscles between my shoulders. See what happens when you wish for Fall and Summer’s not finished with you yet?
I woke up Saturday and true to rules of the universe, my funk seemed to have passed, but my back was killing me. I’ve never ever had it as bad as the first time, but it’s annoying nonetheless and I want to weep for my husband who is in physical pain on a pretty much constant basis. I probably would be better right now but I’m not because, you see, my husband was in more pain than usual this weekend and nothing tortures my sweet boy more than the weather being a shade better than perfect and him not being able to run around on the tennis court. A good indication as to how much pain he’s in: he asked ME to play tennis with him.
I was going to the tennis court anyway to sit and knit and enjoy the outdoors while he played but he said he might not be able to find anyone to play with so could I bring my stuff. Just in case. I said sure full well knowing he’d find someone. I mean it’s been AGES since I played with him. No such luck. You know what? I’m not bad. He even said I could be really good if I took lessons. You know why? Agression. I’ve got it in spades. I’m not kidding. One time we took a golf lesson out in Palm Springs and I could barely connect with the golf ball but the pro was really impressed. He told G that I had a lot of agression in my swing and “you can’t teach that.” The same applies to tennis. One guy that was there told G that I hit really hard. I do. And I love it when G hits hard back. (Go to it google freaks.)
About thirty seconds into playing I knew I was going to pay for it the rest of the weekend. It didn’t really hurt my back to play, but I knew that as soon as I cooled off I was going to be fucked.
Fucker. I hate it when I’m right.
My back has been awful ever since. And not just my back but pretty much every other muscle in my torso, and a couple in my legs and arms too. Although I have been able to wrangle quite a few BENGAY massages this weekend. Soooo sexxxy!
I did have fun though. I’m looking forward to playing again – sooner rather than later. I also did a lot of knitting and a lot of spinning, neither of which helped my body recover at all. BUT I finished spinning up the rest of the Blue Heaven singles. I think I’m going to wait a few days to ply it all because I want my back to be better not worse. And, of course, I finished the first of the STR Knee Highs. G, in particular, loves the sock. He’s already requested the outfit I’m to wear with it but honestly, these babies will be staying under cover. Like wearing sexy underwear – only you know it’s there but oh does it make you feel good. I’ve cast on for the next one and I’m about halfway through the ribbing. I can’t get a really comfy position to knit with though so I don’t know what I’m going to do. Request for stats on the sock: US #1 Addis. I started with 325 yds of STR (in the old put up) and I have a little more than 1/2 oz left. Not sure what the yardage on that would be. You probably need AT LEAST 500 yds depending on how high you want to go and how big your leg is. I start out with 88 stitches, increase up to 98, then head all the way back down to 64. Whee!
Before I called it a day fiber wise, I decided to turn my attention to the roving Teyani sent me to finish off my Sock Hop Knee Highs. Now that the Blue Heaven only has plying left, I can think ahead to spinning up the heel/toe yarn:
I quickly (read: sloppily – I was in pain and frankly tired of spinning) spun up about a tenth of an ounce of roving to see how it would look and to test run if I can get it thin enough. I think I did okay considering I was high off BENGAY fumes.
The colored yarn is a couple strands from each of the skeins I’m using for the sock bodies. My plan now is to spin it up (I’ve got enough for like five pairs of socks here – at least it seems that way) and do the heels and knit with the old stuff until I run out or I need to start decreasing for the toes. Then, I MIGHT, might – depending on how it looks, clip the cast on stitches and unravel the American Pie yarn down to the stockinette and then knit it back in stockinette and only then start the ribbing with the new blue stuff. Does that make sense? Would it work? I’ve only got like 20 rows of ribbing – then I can make them extra long. We’ll see. But I have a feeling it will work just fine.