Rachael

This flu is kicking my ass. And I’ve found a new thing I like to do: lie in bed with the computer, planning new projects. Like rejoining the CSA and freezing/canning/dehydrating the leftover veggies.

I’m pretty bad at using leftovers. This is probably not a good idea. But it’s good sick daydreaming.

Also, this just in: We have a lot of animals. Especially when they all want to sleep on you when you’re sick. It’s just so nice, UNTIL IT ISN’T.

I have the flu. Fever, aches, all of it.

But I did get the chance to read Candy Girl (Amazon link to right) by Diablo Cody, the writer of Juno. I adored Juno (who didn’t?), and I loved this book. She really IS a good girl who chose to walk on the dark side. For fun. While being a copy-editor. Strong writing (if a bit self-conscious), funny as hell.

And I discovered the source of The Smell in the living room — Willie has taken to peeing on Clara’s couch. Good goddamn. While I’m washing everything right now (just what you want to do while you have a fever), I hold little hope for a cure. Once you’re marked, you’re marked. I see that couch out on the street, in the Big Trash Pick Up. Which is fine, because it really was ridiculous that Clara had her own couch. We won’t go into that. And we can make it into a nice little spot, two wingback chairs maybe? A nice reading/knitting spot?

But the irritation. The worry that this is the start of something worse. He uses the litterbox, yes. Loves the litterbox. There are three of them in the house, and they’re all clean, and he uses them all regularly. He just likes to piddle on fabric things, for fun, it appears. I will NOT have my house smell like cat piss (yes, using Nature’s Miracle, and it’s never been THAT much of a miracle).

Only I’m too sick to REALLY care. Just wait till tomorrow.

But because you’ve been so nice to listen to whinge, a photo or two from a better day:

At Hearst Castle last week, in the library. The doors reminded me of spinning wheels.

And us, in front of the GORGEOUS water. I’ve lived along the coast all my life, and I’ve rarely seen it look like this:

And we saw baby elephant seals.

And I’m vacuuming right now (thanks, Roomba!).

Surprise! Two done! Finished within a day of each other. My sister Bethany expressed surprise at this, but then I explained it’s like books. You may have two or three (or if you’re like us, ten to twenty) books in various stages of completion — it’s just all about your mood at the time. She totally understood that.

Lush and Lacy, Baby:

Specs:
Pattern: Lush and Lacy, by Sweaterbabe
Yarn: Valley Yarns Sheffield from WEBS.com, red, 7.5 skeins
Size: XXL (42.5")
Needle: US3

Mods: I did seed stitch at the button-bands and neckline, and added a zipper instead of buttons — I normally find that more convenient.

This sweater is DANGEROUS, people.

That is my look of terror. Then I got scratched. I deserved it. He is a snake in the Congo, not some damn America’s Next Top Model.

I am kind of surprised by how much I love it. I thought it would be okay, but I didn’t know it would fit THIS well, and be so comfortable and CUTE! Love, love, love.

DROPS 103-1

What’s even more astonishing than the fact that I finished this is the fact that I love this one, too. It almost got frogged, and I never frog.

I made the sleeves. Then I made the fronts, but because of the double moss you can’t tell what a janky-ass edge it has. Then I made the back. I told myself over and over again that someday the edge would lie flat, YES IT WOULD, and it wasn’t till I was half-way through with the last piece that I realized, no, no it wouldn’t. The edge would always have that AWFUL curl. People, why did none of you tell me that? Plus, I was running out of yarn in a big way.

I really have no idea why I seamed this yesterday, but I’m so glad I did. I seamed it, and the edges curled right up, practically to my shoulder blades. So I folded it under and blanket stitched it up. EVEN THAT CURLED. So I undid all the blanket stitching and added some crochet to weight the edge down.

It worked! And it looks good, too! I put the edging on the sleeves, and instead of making that high-rise collar, I just finished the neckline with a line of single crochet and called that puppy good.

It’s a swingy A-line that actually works. I heart it.

Specs:
Pattern: DROPS 103-1, by Garnstudio
Yarn: Kraemer Yarns Mauch Chunky, color Licorice Snaps, 8.75 skeins
Size: XL (44")
Needles: US6

Mods:  Only two buttonholes. Line of single crochet around neckline.
Crochet edging around bottom and cuffs: Single crochet across. Turn, chain two, double crochet in each sc across. Turn, chain three, dc in second sc, ch 3, dc in second sc, repeat across.

This is NOT dangerous. And I swear, because Lala trained him like this, this is the way Waylon loves to be held. Like a baby. It’s so wrong.

Blurry, but you can see the shape. Do you know the blessings of an A-line sweater? Means you can let your belly HANG out. I LOVE THAT.

Almost as much as I love these buttons, the Edwardian ones from the late 1800s that I used on my Ariann sweater, also (only two left!):

Hooray! I have to go out today, just so I can wear sweaters!

"A writing community based on encouragement and cooperation." PoMo Golightly’s idea is genius. If interest exists, she’ll pair writers up, and we’ll encourage each other over the ether, with perhaps a small reward in the end? A yarn swap, perhaps? I’m in, and if you’re a writer who likes the idea, go drop her a comment.

Me: Fighting a migraine which is most likely hormonal, and a mood, which I am attributing to post-book-completion let-down. Of course, I have two other books in the works, either of which I’d love to swing into, but there’s a but. A friend would like to write a script with me. It IS Scriptfrenzy month, after all, and I’d love the challenge. But it’s a HUGE challenge — the subject matter is not what I usually go for, and I’ve never written a script. And I think he has high regard for my writing talent, much of which might be misplaced in this context. I think I’m going to have a meeting with him, to see if it’s too completely ridiculous for me to consider, in which case I’ll tell him, straight up, no dice. But I find myself drawn to it like I was drawn to the marathon — such a crazy thing to want to do, so difficult, BRING IT ON — then I’ll give it a shot. 

Which puts me in a mood. It’s not even a bad mood, especially since I called in sick with migraine. It’s just an… itchy, angsty, get-up-and-move mood. A dangerous mood. I’m trying to stay very still and sit with it. I’ve reread most of Steven King’s On Writing yesterday and today (great book, even though I’m not a fan of his fiction), and now I will watch TV and finish up that lacy sweater. Yes.

That’s teh bunnie Rabbitch Herself In Person there on the left, and Lovely Mandy on the right at our wedding in Vancouver. Ahhh. That was good.

We spent the last few days in San Simeon, celebrating our second
anniversary. I know, can you believe it? We can’t. No, really, we
can’t. A great two years. Here’s to many more! Pictures of Hearst
Castle to follow when I get them off the camera.

We had a wonderful mid-week celebration. And I have a co-worker
working for me tomorrow, so I have another day off tomorrow, a day that
I might well squander on frivolous pastimes. Like laundry. Grocery
shopping. I might write a bit, but given the fact that I’ve completed
the novel’s fourth and final (for now) rewrite, and I’ve sent my query
off for agent review, I’m going to be happy to do nothing at all. (And
whee! So happy!)  I might go to bed soon, even though it’s only 9:15pm.
Reading in bed until the book drops out of my hand: one of my favorite
things in life.

This morning:

The view from our dog-friendly beachside hotel (Best Western Cavalier, San Simeon). What a cute black dog!

Harriet has something to TELL YOU!

It is that Miss Idaho gets all the fun with Lala:

Clara, our border collie, was boarded with her phenomenal dog-walkers,
and we get her back tomorrow. I’m sure she’ll come back with her
learner’s permit or something. Thank god. I’m going to send her to the
store for more beer.

E.T.A. – I was just browsing the blog for that wedding picture, and
I went to April 2007, instead of April 2006. I am ASTONISHED that we
have had the kittens for
a year this month. That is ridiculous. And it was a year that I told
you Digit was gone (psych!). I yelled at Lala (who is playing Super
Mario on the Wii), "Did you know it’s been a year since we got the
kittens?!?"

She said, "That explains why they’re so big!"

I’m doing a final edit. And I have to share this editing hack I made up: Every time I jump around checking for continuity errors, I type the word bookmark at the place I want to come back to. Then instead of having to scroll around looking for where I left off, I just do a Find on the word bookmark, and I’m taken to where I need to be.

Of course, if you’re writing a book about bookmarks, you might want to use the word zygote instead. Or watershed. Maybe hillbilly.

And one more editing note — I love the word "STET" so much. It’s an editing mark, Latin for "let it stand." I love the way it looks, the way it sounds. I think it would make a good tattoo. Of course, I’m not letting things stand right now; I’m tweaking and fixing them like mad. But in general it’s good practice, I think.

One final thought: Putting a Canadian sticker on the front of your MacBook makes very nice Canadians come up and talk to you. I heart Canada and her people.

Back at it, then.