sunset progress

I want a dress in these colors.

I feel as if I’ve fallen into a vat of absolutely clear Jello, and it’s setting up around me. Time is not moving. Nothing changes. Everything is cool and quiet and motionless. My inner coyote is trying to decide which foot I will need to gnaw off to get out of this trap. And as for counting days, I’m already playing games. I don’t count Friday, because that’s when I leave (even if I have to haul out at midnight!) And I don’t count today because that would make it too long to contemplate. So that leaves only Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. And dear Julie just got in touch with me, so I can go visit her here in Redmond, use her wifi connection, and get some intellectual stimulation.

Aren’t I the big whiner? I bet there are about ten thousand women in Baghdad who would trade places with me in a heartbeat. Heck, there are probably ten thousand women in America who would. I am a lucky woman. It’s not like I need to change Mom’s diapers or chase her naked down the street. And it’s not like we’re stuck in a single-wide trailer in Albuquerque with nothing but a swamp cooler and some irritable scorpions.

AND, it’s not like she lives with ME!

I figured out what went wrong with the surprise jacket. The instructions say, “After 22 decreases . . .” They mean, after 22 decrease rows. So, instead of starting my increases after 22 ridges, I started after 11 ridges. On 121 stitches, rather than on 90. Ooops. Things are going much better now.