Knitting and crocheting

Did you know that it's quite difficult to use your thumb, when you are wearing a thumb brace with wrist support, splint for carpal tunnel. I've done it, and process is slow.  

Yesterday I decided to crochet a small pouch for some useless little trinkets.  or for potpourri and hide it in the underwear drawer.  

My crochet yarn is multicoloured, so any mistakes won't show easily.  It's Clea, made in Brazil.  Fine with me, and fine to get nice results .

The other piece is a slightly freeformish item, which will become a phone cover, or something else,  I have a mind to decide on a project, and another mind to change it. I think I have the right to change my mind on my projects.  Don't you agree?  

Had a strange dream, a recurring one, again.  Trying to find a subway entrance near CN tower.  Workers on strike, nothing moved.  Had to walk the streets to find a bus.  Did find one, that was going to Eglinton station. 

My goal was to go to work early, so that I could leave early. 

Didn't work that way.

There was also a wide ditch full of water, and a colourful rock mound on the other side.  Someone told me that I could jump over the water.  I did, and landed on the rocks.

Knitting projects are covering my shelving area.  Hat works in process, some need finishing touches.  However, I might do nothing today as some disturbing pains happening on my arm and wrist.  Time to apply some ice with new ice packs that arrived from amazon yesterday.  Holy macaroni the pack is cold.  I need a sweater underneath. Not kidding.

Here are some finished hats: 

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Merlin, my cat, was checking my typing and information therein.  The O comment is from him.

Sorry, fuzzy picture here, but he was too fast typing his message.

here is Merlin sleeping, after his editing work, on my purse.

Meowww

Dreams

Some days escaped.  Being a retiree, and also in quarantine, the days seem to be one continuing string of time moments.  Sometimes the string is thick and other days thin, and those thin days are when nothing important happens in the mind.  

I have a friend, far, far away.  Have not seen her in over eons.  We have been e-mailing some, but not very often.  The last one came in 2014.  Some friend I am.  TSK TSK.

However, this friend came to my dreams last night.  I tried to call her, but I had a wrong number.  From somewhere, she told me of her new number.  

I called and called, and finally I got an answer, and we met downstairs in the lobby.  My friend was my friend as I remembered her.  We talked and talked, and I felt good.  

Her birthday was yesterday.

Other events from the lost days:  Frogged (unravel) a brim from a knitted hat.  It was too loose.  The hat will have a new brim, knit 1, purl 1 ribbing.  Then I'll decide what to do with it.  I also have two blue hats on the process.  

When I was working, my boss was with me for 40 years. My dreams include her quite often.  As well as last night.  Apparently she has 3 houses in the city, and I live in one of them. 

I bet she would like that to be true.  In many dreams I still work in that office, and she is the boss.  Her assistant, and rest of the staff are the same.  The only difference is the layout of the rooms.  I also work part time in my dreams, and then eventually retire.

These dreams  appear quite often.  The road to the building is always the same, which really doesn't exist in reality.  But it's there, the same lines, same traffic lights, same 

and same. Always, many times.  

I finished the book "Infinite", and another one "Hangman" by a Canadian author, Louise Penny.  Right now I have "Mind Games" by B.B. Griffith,  "The Woman Outside My Door" by Rachel Ryan, and also "The Wrong Family" by Tarryn Fisher.   I won't list more, since this sounds like a book stash to be read before my time is up.  (Kindle e-read books?  don't even go there)

Yarn stash has grown a little bit, and I am somewhat irked with myself for having impulses for new projects, that need new yarn.  I have zillion skeins, balls, hanks of yarn that will never be used for anything.  Therefore, I have decided that instead of yarn, I'll buy books. 

This will not hurt my knitting fingers and wrists.  Reading is safer. 

Group savings

 A call came from somewhere, Darla, or something, she told me to form a group of 10 people, each paying $100.  Then, after 1month to get together and have a feast, or a cake or something fun.  I said, the overweight and diabetic people could not have a cake.  I don't want to join.  I was both of them.

Eventually, there was a group.  We had a lunch, with many different foods.  The cake that was bought a few weeks ago, was stale, the brie cheese had a strange smell, EEEWW.    We ate, what we could.  I quit the group.  I had given all my money for a wedding gift.

I was at the wedding; beautiful one.  The groom was our instructor in a crochet group.  I
gave him money and a card for his birthday, and then a bunch of money for a wedding gift, saying that I was sorry, I didn't have a card for that.  I had forgotten. I told him that the wedding was

beautiful.  I never saw the bride, just her dress.  The dress was huge.  Did I mention that the groom had the white collar, a priest, just like the one I read about in "Infinite" book by Brian Freeman.  

He was very good looking.  He looked like some famous actor, famous enough for me to forget the name.

Imaginary Creations

 Designing new knitting projects is fun when everything works well.  Testing this said design can be frustrating because there isn't enough yarn.  

You  run from one store to another trying to find more yarn. There are stores with beautiful yarns, but nothing what you are looking for.  Finally you realize that you are trying pants on in a discount store.  

In my yarn searching travels I visit stores in Chicago, New York.  I know how to get there on 

the highway number 30.  Oh, and I will know that I've been there before, because I see my sister-in-law's old apartment building.  There are not yarn stores nearby.  

Giving up, back to home I go.  Looking around in the basement; so many bags, full of yarn.

Collecting some clothes and start doing laundry.  

No new design done, there is a stitch running amok. Not really, but it's a mess,