Life's a Stitch

I spent the entire day in emergency. It was a heck of a way to get a day or two off. If you’ve read my “About Me” you know I have an annoying arrhythmia. It’s been under control for six years with a drug called Rhythmol. Clever name. Yesterday, I had an episode of tachycardia for 40 minutes. I drove to a clinic and was reamed out by the dr for not having gone directly to emerg. Despite all the complaints about socialized medicine, I rec’d super treatment. Looks like another type of rhythm problem, not life threatening if controlled. The most frustrating part – the oxygen monitor on my finger kept me from knitting. As soon as they took it off I had needles in hand and was very productive. The dr commented that I was the second patient he saw knitting that day. I made it to knit night, too. I couldn’t think of anything less stressful.

So, we’re talking at knit night about unique yarns. I was knitting with my Cherry Tree Hill Possum yarn, others talked about scarves they had seen made from sheared beaver and the woman they had seen at a fibre arts festival who had something she made with hair from her dog. Now I love my dog, but not enough to wear her. Besides in this climate, with all the rain, wet dog smells like something even a mother couldn’t love. So we talk about how they get the hair from the animals. Something I remember reading said that possum is a politically correct fur. So what do they do? Comb the possums? We imagined crossing the border into the States, being asked our profession, and stating it as possum comber. We decided, however, it sounds better than beaver shearer.

I never thought about when I block my possum. I wonder what it will smell like? “Like dead, wet roadkill,” says the son. Congratulations, Mrs. Boesen, it’s a boy!

Stash enhancement – Trendsetter Dune in the everglades colour. The name of the colour appealed to me. When it arrived I realized how much other yarn I have in the same colouway – greeny, purplish, bluey combinations. Mail order gets expensive when you start the exchange/return habit. So it’s here to stay, seven skeins of everglades: