Because there's a feral toddler in the house, trying out all she learned during the holidays from about twenty cousins. They should all get together and write a book called 'How to try manipulating your parents and piss them off instead'. Yesterday she tried screaming, that unholy high-pitched stuff little kids do. I screamed back. Scared the crap out of her. Then she got mad. So I had mad, feral toddler AND a sore throat.
I'm babbling. Sheer frustration. Getting a grip. Argh.
ON THE LACE FRONT:
I'm through a full pattern repeat on the Faux Russian Scarf, and I find the whole thing rather tedious. I know, high humor coming from me; I'm the one who didn't balk at a thousand repeats of a lace pattern, doing the shawl for my mother-in-law. In fact, I think that's the problem; I'm used to doing doilies, and they have multiple (six to twelve, generally) pattern repeats. This thing has, on some rows, three pattern repeats, and on others, none. Which means I stare at the chart all the time. Not a big deal for some. Annoying as hell for me.
I've also decided that it's for sure, and I really hate garter-based lace. I've mentioned before in 'what makes lace hard?' discussions, but now I'm positive. The way the stitch sits on the needle makes it difficult to work any kind of decrease. Add in I'm using splitty yarn (my fault entirely), and it's a constant annoyance.
One good thing... after rounds of 1700+ stitches, this scarf, with about a hundred stitches per row, seems like it's going lightning fast. Even if it isn't.
ON THE CABLE-KNIT FRONT:
I'm getting back to my father-in-law's sweater, soon. Partly because he'll be here in twenty days and I sort of implied it would be ready, but mostly because it's far less annoying than the lace and makes a good break. This is exactly why I like having two projects to switch around with; get annoyed with one, knit on the other. Once the cable-knit is done - won't take long, it's just ten more rounds of arm decreasing and then the shoulder straps - I'll move on to the Russian Prime and use it as a break.
ON THE FINISHED STUFF FRONT:
Mentioned to the husbeast that the goal for the year was to finish everything in the Yarn Pit and he said something semi-polite about it being a good idea. Then he started on about the Dale of Norway I started in 2003 that is likely not getting finished this year, anyway. (It's the one with the major structural problems.) Any yearly theme that involves me finishing that sweater is a no-go. I refuse to commit to finishing it. I should probably just throw it away, but I remember the work that I put into it, and, well, it's folded all nice and neat with some lavender and it'll wait another year.
ON THE DRUG FRONT:
I'm still taking the Lyrica for nerve damage. I've started bumping into things and stubbing my toes (my usual problem with this entire class of drugs), but I'm not having the massive vertigo. Just occasional dizziness. At this stage, I'm trying to figure out when in the hell to take it so that I sleep off the worst of the loopiness. The flip side is, it's working. I used to get so many nerve misfires I tuned them all out collectively (to the point I'd burn myself without noticing). Now it's quiet enough that I can feel things; I still get occasional mis-fires for no reason, but they're sharp and fast, so who cares. You go 'ow' and go on.
The Goober just peed on the floor for the second time in two days.
My fingernails are shredded from the week-long knitting marathon over Christmas and all cut down nearly to the pink. I'm having trouble picking things up.
Sekhmet has been nearly nice these last few days, and put up with tail-pulling and head thumping and other nonsense and only swatted the Goober once. No, the cat does not get in trouble for simple swats, when a child has a finger in her ear.
I'm looped. The husbeast has nothing to add. Sekhmet's staring at me like I landed from Mars. Yup. Time to hit "Publish."