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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Where does the time go?, aka the black hole of time that is grad school.

I don't know if anyone else is feeling this way, but I'm staring down the barrel of the holiday season and realizing that the year is almost over and I haven't been nearly as productive as I'd like.  Did you know that I've only designed two patterns this entire year?!  And only one of them has been released as of this post.  I'm supposed to be revising the other but the renovations and my finals really got in the way.  I'm tired all the time.  I'm waking up at the crack of dawn to drive Dante to seminary.  I'm managing Alex's behavior modification plan at school, from home.  I'm still chasing down the moving parts that I need to transfer out of Kaplan and into Salve Regina.  I'm still putting my apartment back together and now that I'm almost done I've run right out of steam.  I've hardly baked anything. 

The only thing I'm proud of this year (knitting wise) is that I finally put a deadline on my holiday commissioned work and I've stuck to it.  Halloween was the deadline, and I've turned down two offers of work this week.  I really want to be able to bake cookies for Santa and I want to knit things for my own family this year.  Alex's sweater is wanting a zipper and Dante's TARDIS socks need a mate.  Aaron's Christmas socks from two years ago are finished and need to be washed, but he'll be getting them after a very long wait. 

Things just got crazy after I started grad school and was called into the Young Woman's program.  I'm busier than I ever thought I'd be and I'm having a really hard time keeping up with it all.  I missed out on participating in the Gift-a-long on Ravelry because I was busy with the renovations, and honestly, I'm not sure if I could have pulled it together enough to participate.  I've been getting emails about adding a Craftsy widget to my website and I know it would be a good tool to use but it takes brain power that I just don't have right now to set that up, lol.  Patterns are coming out like gang busters and I'm watching it all, feeling like I've lost my mojo.  It's not that the ideas aren't there; I just don't have the extra energy to devote to the work.  When I was working on my bachelor's degree, I always felt more creative when my work load increased but grad school is a whole different animal. 

So in summary, things are crazy (as usual), I'm tired (as usual), and I haven't had the time to design much this year (this is new).  I hope to have my feet back under me by the new year and maybe I'll even have a design going by then.  We can dream right?

Monday, November 4, 2013

Late Halloween wrap-up

This Halloween just didn't feel like Halloween.  I don't know why.  Maybe because my apartment was (and still is) a shambles.  Maybe because we didn't have the time to carve our pumpkin.  Maybe because between finals and the renovations, I never got a chance to bake any spooky treats.  But what ever it was, it just didn't feel the same.  I hardly even got to watch any scary movies because getting up at 5am requires me to go to bed a lot earlier than before.  It just wasn't the same.

We did manage to still have a good time.  I went out and picked up a few of the girls and we all went Trick-or-Treating.  Unfortunately, everyone must have gone out at 6 pm because by the time we got out at about 7:30, there were hardly any T-o-T'ers and there weren't very many porch lights on.  It worked out alright for us anyway because that allowed Alex and Paula to basically run the streets without any fear of being run over or getting lost in a crown, lol.  I walked along behind them dressed as the evil Maleficent (from Sleeping Beauty), directing their activities with a waive of my staff.  This costume is fantastic!  Everywhere we went, people just stared (and you can't blame them when you consider that I'm about 6' 6" with my hat on).  The kids and I all had a great time and then we went back to my cluttered apartment to get the car and drive the girls home.

When I finally got the ladies home (at about 10 pm), I found one of the neighborhood cats stalking what looked like a huge mouse.  When we got closer, I could see that it was a little baby bunny and that cat was just about to pounce on it when I swooped in.  I picked this little thing up (he was about the size of a squirrel minus the tail), and stood there in the rain while we tried to figure out who he belonged to.  Unfortunately, he didn't seem to belong to anyone and I couldn't just put him down in the bushes (more cats came and they were circling like sharks) so I had to put him in the car and take him home.  I handed him to one of the girls and he calmed right down.  After I dropped her off, I put him on my lap and called my mom.  She told me to get a medicine dropper to feed him, which required me to hit up the 24-hour Walgreens...which meant that I had to put this little guy in my purse because I couldn't leave him in the car.  So there I was, standing in a Walgreens dressed like Maleficent with a bunny in my handbag.  The guy at the counter who cashed me out didn't even blink an eye (bless him).

I got home and mixed the bunny up a batch of kitten milk with stuff I had in the house (and it was a miracle that I not only had all the stuff I needed, but that I could find it).  He ate several times and snuggled with me for a while until I could get Eddie's cat carrier set up for him.  He was the sweetest, cutest little thing.  Naturally I had to get rid of him as fast as humanly possible because I couldn't keep him and I knew I'd want to.  And Eddie didn't like him at all.  And he didn't like Eddie either (which is understandable considering a cat just tried to kill him earlier). 

The next morning I called an animal hospital, who told me to call the East Providence animal control.  They came out to look at him and declared him a wild bunny who had been tamed (a crime) and said that I'd need to call the SPCA to see if their rehabilitator could work with him to release him back into the wild.  He didn't like it when the officer held him (not at all), even though he'd been extremely gentle.  I took him back and he climbed up under my chin to snuggle.  The officer said that he thought animals could sense a mother.  I think that he knew I'd keep him safe. 

I called the SPCA and spoke to the woman.  When I got him down there, she took one look at his feet and said that he was a domestic bunny with the markings of a wild bunny.  He was definitely a little guy.  She was surprised at how relaxed he was when I took him out of the cat carrier and how sweet he was.  She decided to foster him, and I went to fill out the paperwork (I knew none of the answers).  Wouldn't you know, even though I only had that bunny for 15 hours I still managed to get attached to it.  Probably because of how sweet he was, and the fact that I randomly stumbled on him and saved him, and how I just happened to have exactly what I needed to feed him through the night, and how attached he was to me when he didn't much like anyone else, and how I somehow knew he was male.  I know I was meant to see him to a good home.  I even got to name him; we called him Frank.