random bits

I have so many ideas swirling around my head for posts, yet not one of them will cooperate by solidifying into an entire story. If you could see them, they’d look like egg whites do when they first touch hot chicken stock and you begin to stir them in; making egg drop soup, they turn to floating free-form threads. There’s something in good there, you just have to look for it. So today, it’s a random day…

*I got so red-hot pissed a few days ago that I must’ve surely lost some brain cells due to the heat and smoke generated by all the illogical this-does-not-compute craziness. My poor little synapses are starting to mend now, I can tell. I have returned to speaking in complete sentences, have stopped meandering from room to room, and remembered to feed the dog. Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t become a lawyer after all, though if this exchange had been in a courtroom setting, it would’ve been at least semi-civilized, subject to rules of order, and no extraneous irrelevant crap allowed. My attorney would’ve been jumping up and down like a jack-in-the-box, objecting to every falsehood uttered by my accuser, and same-said accuser would’ve been reduced to mincemeat on cross-examination, because, of course, I would hire a brilliant attorney. Whew. I feel so much better now!

*It looks like I may not become the knitter I had hoped. Not yet, anyway. Yesterday I sat down with the pattern for a scarf MK brought over and a skein of gorgeous cream silk yarn. It’s delicate, fragile, scattered with beads. Stunning stuff. I’m working away, come to SSK, no problem. Come to the first SSSK, that’s a bit tougher. Come to the second of those, botch it, try to undo it. Screw that up. Say OK, I’ll just rip out this row back to the pearl row and try again. Do that. It’s a big confusing mess and my eyes cross. I rip it all out. It wasn’t like I had that many rows or hours in it but really, who likes to start over? Then I decide perhaps things would go better if I’d take the time to wind the yard. I begin that process, skein draped over a chair. Halfway through the process, it slips off the chair and into a jumbled heap. It took me about six hours to untangle it and as it is, I will probably have to cut out about two ruined yards. I may switch projects and start the snood instead. At least that’s your nice and safe k1p1.

*Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes, expecting to see brains or a rational thought process behind them, but gotten an eerie look you just can’t place instead? The person is just sure they’re right about something (though probably not sure why) and will not listen to reason. It’s like arguing with a goldfish. What’s in back of those eyes anyway, oatmeal?

* I have a phone interview coming up for another controller’s job. Not to get my hopes up (again), but the location couldn’t be better, the CEO is involved in his industry, and the company is dedicated to putting out a flawless product. For the love of Heaven, if you read this, please send out positive vibes.

*When did the word “hot” become the preferred adjective for flattery? What happened to “beautiful” or “stunning” or “gorgeous?” Just for the record, I was called this by an oh-so-much-younger man this week. No, it’s not gone to my head. I was surprised. Then I giggled. Good thing it came in text form, and far be it from me to dissuade him of his opinion or clue him in as to our age disparity.

Time for the fireplace and football. Maybe I’ll go make some egg drop soup. Go Colts!