If It's Not One Thing

I got the pics developed. Really. I even came here to the library in an attempt to post them. I have pics of the Tallapoosa County Sign, my house, my dogs, Kevin, my wonderful woods, and gosh, just all sorts of cool things.

The scanner sucks ass.

It wouldn't scan my pictures. I'd get some strange line of part of the picture, say the grass in the foreground, then I'd rescan, and rescan, and rescan. Eventually I got the whole pic. Then it wouldn't save it. Then I couldn't find where it saved the file. Then it wouldn't load. Then my time was up.

I'm starting to hate the library. Right now I'm listening to an annoying, sickly child call his mother to help him every ten seconds or so. When he doesn't need help he's clearing his raspy throat.

Speaking of sick, Kevin pulled the muscles in his back and separated his ribs. He did this last week and would not listen to me when I told him to stay home and rest. He came hobbling in around 10 last night. He said he was leaning over, pouring gas into the lawn mower when POW! His ribs popped loudly and he had been in pain ever since. So he comes to my house b/c of course I will take care of him. I made him stay out of work today and go to the doctor. He can't go back to work until Wednesday. I said 'I told you so' I know that is an annoying thing to hear but it had to be said.

I am teaching myself to crochet. I have discovered your scarf will only be as nice as the yarn it is made of. Tomorrow I am going out in search of real wool. I have also discovered that people are just baffled as to why I chose to make tiny loops with a hook and yarn. It seems to me that if the fiber and fabric is a billion dollar industry in America that more of my co-workers could grasp the concept of why I want to crochet. My short answer- 'because I'd like to feel something in my hands besides cheap mass produced plastic' doesn't seem to be adequate. My other answer- 'because it's a fine art' gets me some strange looks. But I see where it's hard to equate cheap, hot pink, acrylic yarn with fine art.

Finally I have been invited to Savannah. My aunt lives there and she is lonely- her children are on the other side of the state. Surprisingly Kevin wants to go. I thought he wouldn't- the whole spending a long weekend with strangers thing. But when I told him my aunt invited both of us he said he had been wanting to take me on a romantic trip. We're shooting for my birthday in January when we'll both have more vacation time and maybe a little more money.

I really miss the Internet. I checked into satellite but my dinosaur- I mean my computer, is too old. I have lots of things to blog about, but I lack the time to drive here and there's not really a good way to post what I want too. I miss the days of drinking coffee and blogging early in the morning before work. Maybe I can manifest a new computer.