It May Just Be Too Much

So I finally have "real" health insurance, meaning not KP. And while I didn't mind the whole HMO thing (not so bad once you find doctors you like), it turns out that I might not have been getting the best medical attention. I'm not even sure how to feel right now - it's early and there are more test to run. But it really makes me think that KP earned it's reputation.

We're also preparing to sell our house. I thought I was ready, but am finding myself in tears over the slightest things (the Mr. washed my favorite black pashmina, my dining room chair covers have been discontinued, my haircut looks weird, my favorite pants are too short). I love our house and we've put so much into it. But as it turns out, not enough stuff. We let the realtor do her staging thing, but it's not as easy as I thought to listen to criticism of my decorating sensibilities. Plus, we don't exactly have the same sense of style. For example:

And with all this going on, I haven't made much progress on the Monkeys since I haven't been able to concentrate. I did finish the body of Popeye's (I don't think that's going to be his real name, but this is LA, so you never know) sweater. I also learned that my counsin in Texas has outgrown his Sponge Bob hat, so I started an earflap hat for him, which means one for his brother too. And speaking of earflap hats, they're everywhere. Good thing my knitting girls made ours. We affectionately refer to them as Drinking Hats. A girl has to have something special to wear to her Knitinis. Right?

Finally

Big sigh of relief. I finished the class. Finally. Only seven months late. Not late exactly. I mean, I got extensions. But it was nearly late. If I hadn't caught the FedEx truck as it was pulling away and paid for priority overnight shipping, it would have been late. And the thing is, it wasn't that hard and didn't really take that long. I just had to focus and knock it out.

I can't understand why I work that way. I screw around until the very last minute and then go nuts trying to get it done. I don't knit that way (usually). I'm creating stress for myself. Stress I don't need. Who does really? So why do I do it? That's probably a bigger question than I have time for tonight. The Mr.'s parents are in town and I really should get home.

Seriously

All I want to do is knit and travel. Seriously. Just knit and travel. Simple. Right? Not exactly. Life gets in the way. Like right now - I just want to work on the Monkeys I started on Friday. And I'd like to be knitting them in Marbella. Spain. Instead, there are things to do around here. Breakfast. Laundry. A dog walk. Unpacking from the Palm Springs trip. Two papers that are due at the end of the month. So the knit and the travel? Let's just say that we're working on it. For now, you gotta take what you can get. That's not so bad. And when I do finish them - of course, on US 2, it could be a while - the Monkeys are going to be so cute!