It's been a crappy couple weeks, but not that crappy. Some of you are concerned, so. Here you go. :)
My brother is out of the hospital. He kicked the pneumonia, woke up, and felt as close to fine as it's possible to feel in that situation. He checked himself out after a week in rehab, which is just like him. He was out of the hospital for three weeks before I found out. No one bothered to call me. I went over to the hospital to visit and he wasn't there, so I called his son (his wife never answers the phone), and got the word. Went by his house, and he was cooking breakfast for everyone. Stood around and chatted with me and the Husbeast while he cooked. So I guess he's fine, or close enough.
Then I got to be the one to tell the rest of the family that he was fine because no one had bothered to call them, either. I'm pretty sure my brother's wife lied to my aunt and cousins to get money out of them while my brother was unconscious, and she couldn't bother to call them either.
I'm pretty much at a loss as to where to go with the whole thing, or what to do about it. Or even if anything COULD be done. I think a lot about my mother ranting at the two of them for years, over how they need to do the right thing. I've vowed not to turn into my mother, but... at a loss.
Mom's birthday was yesterday, I'm kinda down over that. And my dad died a year ago in December and I'm trying not to obsess about it.
Which makes for a pretty dismal blog post, so I haven't done any posting. I'm hoping to start the new year off with a new series of posts on knitting, and doing more on colors. For now I'm just laying low and digging in. I'm not horribly depressed or anything, but I'm not tap-dancing, either.
Let's look at the things going right, instead, hmm? Finish out a post this holiday season with a little more style. How about some pictures?
I hand-dyed, hand-spun, and knit a pair of socks. They're merino/silk blend and ungodly bright. Very comfy and warm. Those are garter-stitch toes, from Cat Bordhi. Absolutely brilliant, though not too good for wearing inside shoes.
I've already started on yarn for another pair:
And I finished up the Optim lace-weight. I think I need to do a fiber review of Optim and the company that produces all the hand-spinning Optim I know of, Louet. There's a definite love/hate thing going on.
The big news? We bought furniture! Furniture I don't have to worry about getting from Hawaii to the mainland, or anywhere else for that matter. I wanted a Mission/Arts and Crafts sort of thing, but I know some of it is uncomfortable to sit in. So I went for overstuffed where appropriate:
The couches are not the same color; the larger one is khaki, the smaller is olive. Visual interest. Also, I hate having everything all the same.
I got real book shelves!
They're extremely sturdy and big enough to hold the majority of my non-fiction section. I'm still unpacking books and hauling them upstairs; it's a long process, but I'm enjoying it.
The one end of the room is set up for my fiber-head-ness:
Eventually I want a bench for at the spinning whee and a chair that MATCHES for knitting in. But we'd spent enough on everything else and I intend to get pretty picky over those, so they can wait a bit. Need some lamps that go, too. Again, it can take a while. No rush.
See the table in those last photos? It's an antique that belonged to the husbeast's great-great aunt. I absolutely love it.
It's already stuffed with yarn and knitting gear and wrenches. It's not Mission Style, and I'm totally and completely okay with that. It's so fabulous, matching isn't an issue. It matches ANYTHING.
In the entry we've got a table the husbeast's grandfather made, with a cute little lamp.
I think this table arrangement is BEGGING for a doily. One knit on quadruple zeros and insane-looking.
Sekhmet, that fucker, is crapping little green bits of artificial Christmas tree; I thought I'd spare all of you a photo of THAT.
There, I think that's a much more cheerful end to things. Happy holidays, if I lose my mind and don't post before the 25th.