Making Progress

I’ve been working on a sweater for myself for about two years now. There may be about 22 months included in that total where I guiltily and grumpily ignored the knitting bag because the pattern is screwed up and I couldn’t get the number of stitches that I was supposed to end up with even if I employed some fancy calculus and the last time I checked knitting doesn’t use calculus anyway. But then last month I picked up the bag and took it with me to a scrap booking weekend with some new friends because well, I don’t scrap book, but I do like new friends and they said it was ok if I knitted instead. I am not the type of person who is comfortable making it up as I go along, but I decided that if I was ever going to finish this freaking sweater, I’d better just suck it up and do it. So I ignored the pattern, did what seemed logical and knitted for two days straight. And the world did not come to a screeching halt! Can you believe it? I couldn’t.

I’ve been working diligently on the sweater since then, and last night I finished the last row at the bottom! Now I just have to bind off and get to work on the sleeves! (I’ll add pictures to this post later if I can manage to find the camera and cable and such.) I hope the sleeves won’t take too long, cause it’s getting warmer around here and soon I may not need a sweater. (yes, I’ll still be able to wear it, I think. It’s a cardigan-type sweater, so my belly can just hang out the front. It’ll be stunning, I’m sure.)

In other news, I only gained 2 pounds since my last doctor’s appointment, so the weight-gain curve is catching up to me. Progress! (and no, I didn’t change my eating habits at all. In fact, I may have consumed more cookies and chips and ice cream with fudge sauce during those four weeks than during the previous eight. hee!)

We’re also making progress on decorating the house. *gasp* finally! We’ve only lived here for two and a half years-ish, no hurry. Mike and I agreed on a color for the family room and kitchen (there’s no good place to stop between the two rooms, so they will need to be the same color) and another color for the dining room! Two colors in one weekend! It’s a miracle! Now I just need to get the holes in the wall filled in, buy the paint and get started. I’m hoping to have it done before my family arrives (in three weeks) (oh, not the dining room also, that is a little over ambitious, I think. At least we agreed on a color, we’ll get to the painting part eventually.). GAH! Where does the time go? Sadly, I have not managed to make any progress in the area of Things To Hang On The Walls, so my house still won’t be nicely put together and decorated properly, but at least a few more of the walls will be freshly painted and not full of old curtain rod holes.

Penelope is progressing nicely in her Pre-Baby Training. We have been working on rules about things on the floor. Plates on the floor might have food on them, but they do not belong to Penelope and she may not claim the food or remnants of food on them until she has been given permission. She’s pretty good at that one these days. The second step, though, is proving much tougher. Food dropped on the floor does not belong to Penelope until she has been given permission. Oh, the horror! The first problem with this training is that even though she is giant and slow, she is fast when it comes to dropped food and she has regularly swallowed the training tool before I can correct her. I had to learn to wait until she is settled on the floor a bit away from me and then “drop” something on the other side of me so that I can stop her on her way. Last night she successfully resisted a “dropped” chip after only a verbal warning. So proud. My hope is that if she doesn’t immediately rush over and gobble up whatever a toddler drops, the toddler may not learn how fun it is to feed the dog from the table. (I’m working off the assumption that it is easier to train the dog than it will be to train the kid.)

That’s all I’ve got. Maybe I’ll come up with a better wrap-up for this post while I’m taking pictures of my sweater-in-progress. or maybe not.

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