I Can’t Help It

The first time I logged in to WordPress and saw I Can Has Cheezburger?, it only struck me as moderately funny. Sure, I love cute animal pics as much as the next person, but it was difficult for me to get past the grammar. I’m sure that there is a word for that sort of thing, but it interests me less to find out about it than it does to actually begin speaking (or typing) that way, which is very little. (That said, if you know what it’s called, or why they do that, feel free to comment).

Little did I know, those kitties (and other small animals) were wriggling their way into my brain and now I can’t help but check out what the lolcats are doing on a regular basis. It’s still painful for me to read the comments, but now I LOL (ouch) at many of the captions and find myself imagining captions for all the various adorable things my pets do. Beware internet, beware.

Coffee

I think I need to quit drinking coffee again. It’s almost 9:30 (pm) right now and I feel like a zombie. All I can do is stare straight ahead. My thoughts are barely coherent. I’m not asleep, but I’m certainly not awake. All day long I’ve been in this state of semi-consciousness. I’m just moving through my life.

Yes, I am trying to sort through many things right now, but maybe I’m having such a hard time doing that because of the coffee. The highs and the lows. The short bursts of fake energy.

I haven’t always been like this. A few months back, I went on a caffeine hiatus. After a couple days without it, I was sleeping well, feeling happy and energetic, and I didn’t even miss drinking coffee.

I just hope that if I quit again, I’ll get my focus back…and that I’ll finally get a decent night’s sleep.

Crafty

I just finished a spinning class. No, not the formerly trendy class-based cycling type of spinning. Yarn spinning. I wasn’t really sure I would like it, but Dave’s mom had been singing the praises of spinning one’s own yarn practically since I first met her (and she recently acquired some lovely angora goats and a couple of shetland sheep), so I gave it a shot.

Here’s the thing: I LOVE it. I love it enough to have purchased my very own spinning wheel. My project for this weekend is to put it together, since it’s currently living in pieces in a flat box, not unlike the kind you might get your shelving in at Ikea. It’s supposed to look like this once I’ve got it together. When I am sucessful, you can count on seeing pictures.

I’ve surprised myself with this whole spinning thing since I’m not usually the kind of person who has a lot of patience for learning something new–rather, I’m not very patient with things I’m not good at. I have learned the basics of spinning quickly enough, but it’s going to take a while before I have yarn I am really proud of. I know this, and I am ok with it. Spinning just speaks to me in a different way than knitting does. A woman in my spinning class said it perfectly when when she said that spinning is more about the process than knitting is. In my (admittedly limited) experience, it’s often quite difficult with knitting to remember to enjoy the process, instead of just looking ahead to the finished product.

The same woman in the class was also in the process of knitting some beautiful socks that she finished before our class was over. They were knit from Socks That Rock yarn. I was totally unfamiliar with Blue Moon Fiber Arts before this, and I have a feeling that was probably a good thing for my wallet. I’m sure that part of the reason that Amy’s socks are so beautiful is because she’s a talented knitter, but her talent, combined with the colorway in that soft, beautiful yarn totally inspired me to knit a pair of stripey socks. I’m now eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Rockin’ Sock pattern and two gorgeous colorways.