...and I'm not talking about socks. It started last night. I'm kicked back in my recliner, knitting and minding my own business, when all of the sudden there's a fierce horrible pain in the spot where my toes join my foot. It was like... do you know the movie "Contact" with Jodi Foster, well that sound from the radio signal they received from the array... that shrieking noise is how the pain in my foot felt. STAB STAB STAB STAB It didn't do it for long, but it kept coming back every few minutes. I'm used to phantom pains here and there, been living with it all my life, really, but this was sharp and mean. I was puzzled as to what was going on. The second symptom, I recognized. Anytime one of the kids gets hurt and shows me their wounds, I get a more than usually intense sympathy pain. stab stab -- UH OH, I'm coming down with something -- Then the achiness, then the shrieking pain from the night before is in my knee.... I hope it doesn't keep traveling upwards =( Anyway, these are the symptoms, (for me, anyway) of a low grade fever. RATS!!
I guess this altered state has got me pensive. I think too much for the most part, but do you ever have this experience? Like you find a blog that you really really like, and you faithfully comment for ages (and by ages, I mean a couple of years) but they totally ignore you. Like they seem to respond to everyone BUT you? I don't know, I'm sure I'm paranoid, but sometimes I really get the feeling that I'm annoying them by commenting. So, is there actually anyone out there that doesn't want comments from as many people as possible?
For me, I really miss all the comments I used to get before I fell off my gourd and the blog got deleted, and blah blah blah. For the record, those of you that have stuck with me through thick and thin, sane and not, are all the more dear to me for it. It's just, I really miss, don't slap me, being popular. =( I know this is SO Junior High/High School, but it's true, I can admit it, I'm human and I know my faults (all eleventy million of them) indulge me one shallow weakness of vanity. (one that YOU know about anyway, there are a few more, but my shallow vanity prevents me from exposing it you) Is that irony or satire? (or neither)
Anyway, I've been knitting a bit today, but mostly surfing the four sites I surf looking for new activity, new blogs to read - all this in between taking care of my three and then by 1pm, my sister's three. I should have just kept knitting. Oh well, when I stood up and held it out in front of me, my youngest started jumping up and down and saying, "I LIKE it, I LIKE it, it's so LONG!" I had to just smile and give him a hug thinking, "How many four years olds would make a big deal over lace?" Clearly, only those belonging to us yarny crafter types =) **BEAMING PRIDE**
Now I'm off to knit a bit more and watch Johnny Depp in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory =)