All hookers and gin
There was a doggy on the train on Friday. He had fur very similar to my Bear dog’s. I didn’t get to talk to him unfortunately. Yesterday, Weasel and I went for a walk next to a creek. I got to talk with a 21 month old mini-Lassie type dog. I spotted some baby moorhens, there were two initially, but three more showed up. They had their long legs and blue bits around their eyes. Then a little further down we saw a mama duck cuddled up with four baby ducks.
We also had conversations with strangers. We don’t tend to do that being the shy retiring types that we are. Before we got to the creek yesterday there was a nice lady working in her garden. We had a brief chat about the weather, age perceptions [she thought we were younger than we are] and her cute decorative wheelbarrow. Then when we were at the checkout in the grocery store, I spotted the headline on Heat Magazine. It had Lindsay Lohan and said she was skin a bones. I made the comment that there was just no pleasing them. Either everyone was too fat or too thin – like the cat with buttered toast on its back I guess these women are supposed to hover in suspension never changing. The woman in line ahead of us agreed wholeheartedly and we had a lovely chat about societal pressures women have and the importance of being healthy and having all things in moderation.
My weekend with Horatio was lovely. We went out a couple of times to celebrate our birthdays [mine is April 11 his is May 11]. We had curry on Friday night for him [oh my god but cheese stuffed naan bread is good]. We went to Harrogate on Saturday and to Bettys Cafe for me. Heaven. We made stuffed hamburgers that evening. We put onion marmalade, Mexicana cheese and bacon in them. We had a spinach, onion and apple salad with it. We enjoyed it very much. I plan on making a vegetarian version for Weasel and I this weekend.
While in Harrogate I decided to have another look around for shirts. I am becoming increasingly desperate. In an effort to remain upbeat I made it a game. I told Horatio what was ‘wrong’ with each shirt when I rejected it and soon he was able to help me look and reject shirts too. Saved time and we got to mock a fair bit of them. I did find one shirt that wasn’t horrible, but I didn’t love it and it was £25. I might have gone for it at £15. So my plan is this: make my own. I know exactly the style I am looking for and I don’t think it’ll be too hard. Granted I haven’t sewn anything in about 15 years, but I’m hopeful with some gentle direction from Mal, BlanketGirl and my Mom I’ll be able to pull something together.
I’ve been having ear pain and feeling very tired this week. I’m doing my best not to panic and overreact. I was supposed to reduce to 3mg of steroids today, but based on how I’m feeling I am delaying it for a week. I’ll reassess then. If I do decide to reduce it I’ll be staggering 3 and 4mg for a week before I move solidly onto 3. I haven’t dared to do my yogalates, I really want to, but I’m scared. I have decided to give myself until next Tuesday to feel better and then I’ll dive back in with both feet.
Knitting group tonight and I’m very excited. On the train I managed to get to the end of the side ribbing [aka 10"] and now I’m working in stockinette for a further 8″ and then I get to start decreasing stitched to create the waist.
Horatio and I were talking at the weekend and I expressed my concern over Fergus’ health. I said that I’d tried to find additional doggies to help take the strain off him but with no luck. Fergus’ design is from 2004 so I am not holding my breath. Horatio decided to have a go and we thought we’d found some. The design was 2004, it said they were 25cm [and Fergus is too] and they were a darker shade so all should be well. I put the order in, suspecting that it wouldn’t even be processed. It was and yesterday two doggies arrived. I opened the parcel and they were tiny! I measured them every way I could think of and got 21cm max. I called the company [Bear Country] and they were very kind and refunded me half my order cost. I wasn’t expecting that. We’re keeping them because they’re adorable and miniature Ferguses are hard to resist. We’re calling them Quinn and Zoë. Fergus seems to tolerate them so far, they’re a bit yippy for his tastes. Corrin seemed to like them.
I’ve spent a good deal of time playing Puzzle Quest. I find it rather good fun.








