It Must be all the Knitting

For the life of me, I must be insane or am on the brink of being insane, or just plain nuts. I just spent the last half hour looking for our iPod Shuffle. I had it in my hand and was walking to my office, thinking of sharing some photos from the weekend (we roller skated!) and next thing I knew, the Shuffle was gone gone gone.

Where'd it go?

So I retraced my steps. I retraced my steps back into the bedroom where I finally opened the curtains at what, five in the afternoon? No, I didn't drop it there. Then I went into my closet and reopened my top junk/lesser underwear drawer where I had just scrounged for spare buttons, you know, the ones that come attached to a jacket or shirt (I stuff them in there). I thought I might attach one to a swatch I'm sending to IK, but no, I didn't drop the Shuffle there, either. So I then went to the laundry room. Not there (I was clutching it as I put some wash in the dryer on my way to my office).

So here I am typing this post and I realize my sweats are sort of feeling tight around my hips. Ugh. I must have stuffed the Shuffle into my waist band on my way from one place to another without thinking.

I'm either suffering from some sort of dementia or I am completely and totally bonked out.

Honestly and truly, if this continues, I'm going to have to resort to some sort of Help. I feel so cluttered. Congested. You know, like my closet is a complete mess and everything is falling off the shelves and I can't make it stop. [Note: to say my closet looks like a cyclone hit it is an understatement.] Worse, I keep having dreams that I'm in college and I can't remember what class comes next, or what building it is in. So I wander here and there and say to myself, "Horror! I haven't been to my English class in weeks. I'm going to fail!" And then the part of my brain that's still conscious (I never take down my guard, friends, I'm a Type A ninja that way) pipes in and says, "Wendy, you are dreaming. You are no longer in college. You are allowed to relax." So, after a couple months of this reoccurring dream, last night I had a new one. This time, I forgot where I worked and kept getting lost on my way there, and then I finally think I find the parking lot and after I pull in, I realize I am still wearing slippers.

Which reminds me, I once knew a woman who would only make right turns when she drove. Never left turns. She was absolutely terrified. Anyway, she finally developed a very specialized, fine tuned way of getting to her job about 20 miles away without ever having to make a left turn. Then one day, there were workers on the road, and a detour.

She went missing for awhile. How long is still under heated debate.

BTW: I'm just really busy with a knitting/design job. And after I finally finish this one project, I need to take a day and de-clutter and finally fold the laundry. I can't concentrate. But, I did have a wonderful Mother's Day with my sister, her husband and my family. We even brought Chuck and Rocko. I actually got some knitting in, too. Oh, and BBTW: I'm having an MRI of my hip tomorrow.

Comments

[Wendy]

When I get like that, I have dreams where I'm supposed to have prepared craft supplies or made something or other (last time it was LIGHT UP CUPCAKES!) for like 400 kids or the Cub Scout Den or the class. I'm completely convinced that it's real at the time and a couple of weeks ago I woke up in a panic 4 times in the same night. Sheesh! I seem to have gotten over the hump for this year, however. Last night I only dreamed that they needed some white sheets or something to wear and I managed to talk myself down while still sleeping.

[Dawna]

I have been reading your blog for about 6 months & love it! I have finally finished knitting a couple of your patterns and, at the risk of sounding vain, would love to add them to the gallery. How do I go about it?

[Wendy]

Dawna, you can email me pics and explanations of what you did and what yarn you used.

[scotty]

Hmm, sounds like you might be entering perimenopause. Also, I found the Peter Walsh books to be helpful with decluttering our place.

[Wendy]

Gee thanks for the heads up, Scotty!

[Dawn]

Wow! I never tell anyone about my dream like that but it's sure GREAT to know I'm not alone!! I have it more than I want to admit...

And that lady must've been my Mom's twin! Because of her panic attacks and anxiety she'd only take the route to work with right turns. Gosh forbid if something blocked her way! :P

If I ever have an MRI I'm gonna keep my drawers on! Thanks for the heads up! (Or bottoms up? hahahaha)

[MsGaia]

OMG! College dreams. They won't let go. My recurring one goes like this: I've INTENTIONALLY blown off class ALL semester and now it's exam time and not only do I not know where the class is, I have no idea what it's about. And you know, I sometimes wake up and think it actually happened. For hours I think about the geography class I only attended once a month or the history class I never officially dropped. What!?! Dementia...

[MonkeyGurrl]

Peri-menopause. Awwww, hell. THANKS, Scotty! I, too, have the college dreams, then I tell myself I have already gotten my degree, so it doesn't matter if I flunk that class (usually a history class; I always make it to the dance classes!) And I rollerblade around campus, doing things I've only read about. :)

The teeth one I've had a number of times, too. Starts one by one, then the whole mouthful comes out. I heard it means you're feeling a loss of control or power. Hmmmm....

[Miz Booshay]

Oh my gosh!!!

Those pictures are amazing.

Lens baby,huh?

HWWV has got some mad lens skillz hizself!!!

[Sophie]

"I keep having dreams that I'm in college and I can't remember what class comes next, or what building it is in. So I wander here and there and say to myself, "Horror! I haven't been to my English class in weeks. I'm going to fail!"

I have this dream a LOT. Weird...

[stella]

oh my. that sounds like my worst nightmare. only its more like, being paralyzed with the fear of actually GETTING ON THE INTERSTATE.

you know my grandmother was sunbathing and got bitten by a spider. had to go to the hospital, it was poisonous. she never left the house after that. died of cancer...of the spine - IN HER HOME.

aunt won't drive over bridges and wouldn't get on a plane (in addition to a cousin) to attend my wedding in Montana.

good times.

[Ailsa]

Umm. I hate to point this out to you, but in my country 'bonked out' might be something you'd be after a lot of bonking.

If that is the case, btw, then what could you possibly be complaining about?