Hola Darling Ones,

How are you? Today I’m a little bored and frustrated. While there are 88 things I could probably be doing that might ease my boredom, I’m choosing to type and bellyache about it.

Plus, I just paid $1148 for my first-half property taxes. It’s why I busted out the laptop in the first place. Since I had her out I thought, hey, I should update my much-neglected blog.

While you probably could not care less, the writing will be sparse for the next few months.

Reason #1: The Blue Ox Oasis
Sister #4’s pool is has a new name. I lobbied hard for the “Dan Patch Chunk & Dunk,” but lost that battle. Regardless, the Oasis is open and I plan on spending as much time in there are possible. My latest, favoritest magical thinking fairytale involves working super hard in the pool all summer and miraculously all my strokiness goes away.

*POOF* No more balance problems. Or wooshiness in my head. Or heavy right side. Or tremor. Or distorted vision.

Every medical professional I’ve seen has told me those things will not be getting better. They have facts and science on their side, but I have unearned confidence and a weird faith in omen, signs, and the power of my own desire. So. . . we’ll see who’s a big crybaby in the fall.

Also, related to this: my mom bought me a fancy walker I have dubbed “the little red Corvette.” I’m hopeful this will make the journey across Sister #4’s yard to the pool easier.

Reason #2: The State Fair Blanket
This week registration for the Minnesota State Fair creative activities competition opened. I’m gonna enter my A+ idea this year. I meant to do it last year but I wasn’t ready — emotionally, physically, or blanketly. This year I am emotionally ready.

What does that mean? It means I’ve accepted I cannot walk the fairgrounds, but I can ride one of those scooters. I think. We’ll see. It’s a lot.

Now I got to get that blanket done and it is not going well. My idea is aces. The execution of that idea is a giant pain in the ass. Whoever decided trial & error is the way to do things must have had zero friends.

In another act of stunningly deluded magical thinking, arrogance, and over confidence I thought this would be a one & done situation. I’d figure out how to turn my idea into a crocheted blanket and *POOF* I’d be on my way to blue ribbon town.

Only my first solution is not going as planned. I did not realize this until Wednesday after wasting many months making 801 little crocheted pieces I intended to join into one prize-worthy whole. Fuck me.

Now I’m going through the trial & error process trying to find another way to bring my idea to life with yarn. Hence, the aforementioned frustration.

Also, related to this: I got a yarn winder from my wishlist and it is the 2nd best thing to happen to me in a fortnight (See P.S. for #1). I cannot adequately explain how relaxing and satisfying winding yarn is. I could tell you why having delicate yarn cakes is superior to balls, but my eyes are done focusing now.

So, that’s how I’ll be spending the next few months. Swimming and crocheting and magically thinking.

Fun!

Bibbitty, boobbitty, boo,
Jodi

P.S.Thanks to a tall handsome man from my past who popped up with a well-timed and unexpected monetary gift the taxes only drained half of my account instead of all of it. Phew!