Drag self home from work (who thought working out after work on a Friday was a good idea?), say “hi” to inhabitants of apartment, plop self down on couch, check blog feeds, read a little, check blog feeds, write a little, check blog feeds, watch a movie (checking blog feeds during commercials), read some more, one last check of blog feeds (why isn’t anyone updating blogs? Don’t they know I’m waiting for them to click that little “update blog” button? You’d think with over a hundred blogs to follow ONE of them would have the courtesy to update)… and there you have it. I’d try to be a little more exciting, but that sounds like work.

This weekend, in a fit of self-indulgence, I painted my nails. I haven’t actually done this since I can remember, so I was pretty out of practice. And I don’t think I’ve ever done it while a cat tried to decide if this was a game or an attempt on his life (he definitely did not approve of the smell).

One thing that puzzles me, though, is why I also painted my toenails. It’s winter. I wear socks all the time. On the rare occasions when I wear nylons to work I’m definitely not going around in open-toed shoes.

All I can imagine is that if somebody is in an accident and for some reason needs my shoes and socks, the passers-by will admire not only my generosity in the face of freezing temperatures, but also my beautifully painted toenails.

I just got my yearly update from the Social Security office. If I retire, and IF social security still exists when I do, I’ve finally made enough over the course of my lifetime that I could, maybe, pay for my groceries every month.

It’s sort of like going around GO in Monopoly. You’re all happy to have the money, but then you realize that it’s play money… and that you just landed on another guy’s hotel.

Getting ready for church this morning I noticed that my hair is doing it’s thing again. It’s too long, right now. I haven’t had it cut since the last week of June, though I’ve been meaning to find the time for the last six weeks. But when it gets long like this it starts thinking that it can gang up on me. Suddenly, my hair is calling the shots.

So this morning, knowing that I was running a little late, my hair decided to give me a nice mixture of curls and sections of absolute straightness. And then, just for emphasis, just to drive home its total mastery, it threw in one long ringlet right down the left side of my face. Nothing makes the rest of your hair look unkempt quite like one shining, orderly ringlet.

My sweater is coming along, though if I continue at this rate I’ll be able to finish it sometime in the year 2017. Tonight I finally understood the instructions, which means that I had to tear out about 4 inches of knitting. That’s just over four thousand stitches. Now I’m back to where I was last Saturday, just before I tore the whole thing out to start over.

If anyone else runs across these words:

Decrease 1 stitch at each end of next row, and on the following 6th row twice as follows: K1, k2tog, knit to last 3 stitches, slip 1, K1 psso, K1

here’s what it means:

On the first row, K1, k2tog, knit to last 3 stitches, slip 1, K1 psso, K1. On the following 6th row K1, k2tog, knit to last 3 stitches, slip 1, K1 psso, K1. On the 12th row K1, k2tog, knit to last 3 stitches, slip 1, K1 psso, K1.

So now you know. I wish I’d known last Saturday. But then, I started this sweater out of a desire for entertainment, not need. So I’m just prolonging the entertainment, I guess.