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Monday, May 23, 2005

I sort of spoiled myself this weekend, and then this morning, I got up, took a shower, had breakfast, and was ready for my first nap of the day. Of course, I had to come into work, so it was really quite a let down, both for me, and Aslan, who was already settling into his spot on the couch where we spooned all weekend.

I did finally finish this hat (incarnation #3)

Here is what it looks like from the top if your head is shaped like an overturned (empty) fishbowl, and here is a side view.

I could see all the lovely cables on my computer at home, but then I come to work and the pictures are all very dark and it looks like I've taken pictures of a bowling ball. I assure you that at the very least the bowling ball is knit with pretty cables.

I finished it Saturday, and then had an idea that may be a little (or a lot) weird. My brother is a minister, and I asked him if he could have the hat blessed. Neither one of us really believes that an item blessed has more power than one not (although, as I said to him, the golf-club scene in Dogma was pretty cool, but I don't think Sarah will be killing demons with a cotton hat, though I'd like to hear back if she does) but I do believe that items carry energy... is that maybe the same thing? I've thought about how brave and strong and wonderful and loving and funny I think Sarah is, and put all of my love and respect for her into my knitting. But I want her to also know that she is pretty much the opposite of alone in her fight, that people who've never met her and never heard her wonderful laugh but relate to many of her other battles, are loving and prayer for her as well. It may have been hokey, but I hope she takes it in the spirit with which it was intended. So my parents were going to visit David anyway, and they swung by the house, picked up the hat, and took it on its fieldtrip. It was "blessed" by a small prayer committee, and came home, where I planned on washing it before packing it up, at which point my general exaustion kicked in and I thought "oh, no! I hope I don't wash the God out of it!" But it turns out that I have it on good authority that God is machine washable, so we're okay. Blasphemy completely unintended, it's a side effect of the exaustion and weird mind games this thyroid thing is playing. I already spoke to God about it, and I've been forgiven.

When he wasn't keeping me company on the couch, Aslan was playing with his fish. We decided the goldfish would be happier out of the bowl (which has since been emptied and used as a hat model) and got them their own little aquarium. Because GB was out of town, I got to make my own decorating decisions, and gave them this colorful little hovel which sits in the bathroom, so Aslan can talk to them while he's playing in the sink.

The little sign says "No Fishing" and I made sure that Trevor, Aslan and Oscar all really understood what that meant. And the goldfish themselves both had fun yelling at the mirror behind their tank. I imagined this conversation a lot:

George: Hey - hey - hey- hey - there's a FISH over there!
Martha: WOWEE! She's cute! All pretty and calico'y and sweet looking!
George: Yup, that's a good looking fish, but can't you see he's a strong masculine gold all over?
Martha: Hi, pretty calico! What's your name? Hey - what's your name, pretty calico???

and then, because fish only have a memory of something like 45 seconds,

George: Hey - hey - hey- hey - there's a FISH over there!
Martha: WOWEE! She's cute! All pretty and calico'y and sweet looking!
George: Yup, that's a good looking fish, but can't you see he's a strong masculine gold all over?
Martha: Hi, pretty calico! What's your name? Hey - what's your name, pretty calico???

And if you don't follow horse racing (I myself don't exactly follow it, but one of our shows is Maryland Horse Radio, and I do have enough horse knowledge that I can hold my own with the host and guests way better than AC can anyday) you should look up info on the Preakness. It was really a historical race - a horse stumbled, nearly fell (which is how people and horses die in this sport) and then actually came back and won. Afleet Alex has some kinda heart, I tell you. Gives me chills. We talked to the jockey this morning and he said he thinks that while a lot of horses would have given up the fight after a stumble that bad, Afleet Alex got pissed off that it happened and just refused to be beat. It gives me chills to think of the character and heart of those animals... I miss spending time with horses...

Test results come in Thursday afternoon, so I may or may not post that day, but I'll let you know.

6 Comments:

Blogger purlewe said...

can I tell you I love everything??

aht, fish, fish convos.. everything?? even the washing out god part.

I had a milagro blessed for Steph when she had eye surgery. I know what you mean.

I'll finish with Alfeet Alex is a local horse.. who's winning means alot of money goes to charity. One of the owners is the family of Alex from Alex's Lemonade. Good charity. I've done work for them.

12:53 PM  
Blogger erica said...

Thanks for brightening my day, it's cloudy outside.

I completely understand the hat thing, you want it to have the best energy around. Such a sweet brother who can do that for you.

Curling up with the cat sounds nice today. I was home on Friday and wanted to extend my weekend, oh another 5 or 6 weeks. :)

Let us know about the tests. Good or bad, we're there for you.

2:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The only horse races I watch are the Triple Crown races. I got addicted to it back in '85 with Swale. Anyway... Afleet Alex was something else... when you watch the slo-mo you can see so much passion and fire in that horse!! I love the quote by the jockey right after the race when asked how he stayed on... he said "My horse was just athletic enough and I was just scared enough!"

11:18 PM  
Blogger vi said...

tell them fishies..... auntie vi loves them....... even though they forget
vi

9:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Blessing things actually does work. Have you seen the movie "What the Bleep Do We Know?" - thoughts create. Another thing to consider - water carries words/energy. It's in the movie and also the book, The Hidden Messages in Water by
Masaru Emoto.

1:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi, I just stumbled on this blog. Don't know why I stopped to read it but I just wanted to interject about Afleet Alex. I'm a nephew of Chuck Zacney majority owner. His brother Lee is my father in law. None of the owners are related to Alex from the lemonade stand, But three of the owners have children with Alex in their name. They are a great group of people who realized that they were blessed with the great horse that Afleet Alex is and decided that they should share the wealth. They chose Alex's Lemonade stand.

Anyway God Bless you and your family. All will be well.

11:59 AM  

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