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September 2010
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su-su-su-su-such a long time long time

So I disappeared for about a month. During that time we had our neighbors over for meals. It’s kinda awesome having people that are so nice come over and hang out and eat. Bear and I really appreciate them. They all live across the street. The neighbor directly across from us pretty much keeps to her family and isn’t so fun to talk to. So our favorite neighbors are a lady across and to the left. She’s lives alone and works from home. I’ll call her Left. Across and to the right are the happiest couple I’ve ever met. I’ll call them Mrs Right and Mr Right. We shared the wonder of ackee and saltfish with Left. She’s Bear’s favorite neighbor I think. Mr and Mrs Right came over for steaks and a football game after they got back to the US from a funeral in Europe. They are the kind of people who are genuinely interested in people. So they thought my spinning was kinda fascinating and our TV was awesome and the steaks Bear made were the best ever. They are a joy to be around.

I’ve also been spinning on the fiber pictured here on the same wheel in that post. I finally finished the whole whack of it. 8 oz split across 2 bobbins. 2 ply, low twist on the singles and high twist on the ply. It drapes like you wouldn’t believe. I hated spinning it. The silk got EVERYWHERE and the fiber just felt too droopy. I like it a lot more now that it’s yarn. I’m sure I’d love to knit with it, but I think it’d be awesome to sell. There’s about 1200 yards of fingering weight. That’s an incredible whack of fiber and would be great for a project. I’ll probably take pictures later.

So I basically spun 8oz of 50/50 merino silk in the last month and then plied it and I found out that my wheel spins like a dream. Worth every penny when I’m spinning the wheel to the right. The second I try to ply/spin to the left, it turns into the crankiest bitchiest little beast you’ve ever met. I think the wheel needs to be named Jekyll and Hyde. I messed with the wheel and then I googled and the I went on ravelry and finally I think I might have an answer. I need a second drive band to spin in the opposite direction. I hope. If I don’t find a solution, I’m probably gonna be kinda upset. As much as I love my Fricke, I was hoping that could become the training wheel for my mom or someone (if I ever found anyone who wanted to learn how to spin). For now it’ll have to be my plying wheel.

Linda, the title is from the song Stuttering by Ben’s Brother.

sick strange darkness

This weekend was hellish for sleeping. Bear was doing his normal freakish sleeping at all hours thing (with the biggest naps falling between 6am and 2pm). Friday night was great. I even woke up at like 8 am because I went to sleep early and slept well. Then Saturday night I had nightmare after nightmare. I also woke up about 4 times. First I went to read on the bed because it was getting late. I fell asleep. I woke myself up, took out my contact and got in my jammies and went to read some more. Then Bear woke me up when he came to lay down. I fell asleep again while he was reading, except then he started to watch something and I woke up. I laid there very uncomfortable for a bit because I was tired but I’d been having a nightmare where my mom and grandma were there, but something scary was happening. It was vague and scary enough to make going back to sleep hard. Espcially with Bear playing on his computer. I finally got so frustrated, I went to lay down on the loveseat in the living room. It was dark and quiet and cool and I felt myself relaxing.

Suddenly I was looking for something with AJ. We were traveling all over space and kept taking these little trips to look for it. Probably the Maltese Falcon. When suddenly one of the trips was gonna cost us $8,987. I remember the amount. I freaked out and said I couldn’t go on the trip. Except we had taken a shuttle to this little space station where we got slapped with the price for the big trip. I was like, um. I do not have that much money. I have a mortgage yo. I actually told the crazy lady who was telling AJ and I that it was gonna cost us that much that I had a mortgage and I could not give her $8k for this flight/trip thing so that AJ and I could keep searching. AJ freaked on me. Apparently she’d know the cost? And there were more expensive ways to go but this was our cheapest and best options. So the lady turns to her little minion and was like, “Take them to X and clear it up. Don’t leave them alone.” We freaked a little at this and made a break for it. We got caught when we went into a bar trying to find a way home. I mean, getting away from this lady is one thing, but we were on a space station. Turned out this lady takes people’s money and then liquefies them and hey, they went on this trip. Maybe they just didn’t come home. I don’t know how the fact that NO ONE COMES HOME wasn’t a huge fucking sign, but AJ and I freaked out again. Only at the bar something amazing happened and this old woman stood up and said she’d take our place. I remember I was screaming at the lady. When the old woman stood up, so did a few other people. AJ and I were like… WHAT is going on. Apparently the lady owns all the people on the space station. The lady isn’t human and she keeps these people here so that she has a collection of people to liquefy. She knew we’d have a hard time to get off the station so she took us to see what happens to the people and then let us go. I felt horribly sick and we were running away again and then we met up with these crazy people who were hiding from the lady on the station. They knew all the ins and outs. They were like gutter rats. She probably knew where they were and might be able to set traps, but as long as they avoided the traps they were safe. They were also CRAZY AS LOONS. Except that’s kinda gross where my dream went next. So lets say when my mind played that trick on me I woke up FAST.

I was then horribly confused as to where the fuck I was. I realized I was on the couch and RAN back to Bear and cuddled him and ignored the light until I fell asleep. Then Bear woke me up at 6 because he couldn’t sleep. Then I slept until noon because my body hates me. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that Sunday was kinda loony toons for Bear and I. I was restless all day. And of course Bear and I didn’t fall asleep until almost 4am and we got up at 7:40.

I don’t feel sleepy, but lemme tell you, my brain is misfiring like crazy. I’m stealth tired.

I think the takeaway from this weekend is “Do not trust the loveseat. Even if it is cool and dark and quiet, it lies.”

such a pickle

Things I (re)learned while I was home.

  • Bear is a water baby.
  • Letting my Grandma drive is like letting an angry monkey drive.
  • My cousin…damn. I need a cheat sheet for these people’s nicknames… Priss is DAMN good at scrabble.
  • Bear has a bizarre ability to handle my aunt.
  • The Hindu Temple is totally worth another visit.
  • Its always good to see where you came from
  • It’s good for Bear to see where I came from
  • Short trips are awesome and painful
  • Bear should NEVER sit in the window seat.
  • If I have to fly, I’d rather go with Bear than anyone else, even though he’s a total bitch about flying. (see the previous bullet)
  • I somehow can knit lace on a plane with Bear squishing one of my arms but I cannot when I have adequate lighting and room at my aunt’s house.
  • It’s good for my family to get Bear’s and my perspective since it’s a little removed.
  • Sometimes my family actually is right and there’s nothing to say or be done.
  • My family’s home really IS Howl’s Moving Castle
  • I could stand to hang out with my brother a lot more often. He’s a pain, but he’s a good pain.
  • There is a mythical mexican restaurant in Houston, TX. It has a large parking lot to the right side adn back and I remember it having a lot of white walls or being VERY bright. There is probably a fountain inside the restaurant. We think it has an Alma? in the name or sounds like that? It is somewhere near TC Jester. Bear, Carl and I apparently had a shared hallucination because we COULD NOT find the restaurant again. Despite 2 hrs of driving all over town.
  • Bear gets CRANKY when he’s hungry and he’s bored.
  • Carl gets CRANKY when he’s bored.
  • Sometimes it’s not the plane, it’s the kids.
  • Bear has a guardian angel. (S)He just doesn’t make sure he gets aisle seats.
  • Kosher pickles are taking over the grocery stores in the states. I cannot find a plain whole dill pickle to save my fucking life.