Thankful On Thursday

I'm feeling really out of sorts today. I've wandered around here all morning like I'm a ghost haunting my own place.  Different times of the year, I suffer from PTSD and anxiety with panic attacks.  The holidays coming near is one of those times.  I got some depressing news this week.   D has to work on Thanksgiving this year, then the following week they put him on the late shift. He has the Wednesday before and the Friday after off, so he decided to have dinner on Friday.  I would gladly cook dinner on Thursday, but he likes to cook.  I bake the pies.

I know this doesn't sound very thankful, so I'm writing this post to remind myself of things I'm thankful for.



This is a picture of Bootsie helping me dye fiber a couple years ago.  It makes me smile.

1.  Even though he has to work on Thanksgiving and is gone 12 hrs a day with travel and work, I'm thankful he has a job.  Or we would all be living in a tent in an arroyo somewhere.

2.  My next door neighbor Di.  She's a great friend that knows just what to say to bring me down from climbing the walls.

3. My spinning wheel.  Teresa asked what I used. It's a Babe Production Pedal Pusher. It's not a pretty piece of furniture, but I love it.  I'm able to spin any kind of yarn I want from a fine lace weight to fingering and dk.  We bought because it's an inexpensive investment for a spinning wheel and the added bonus of the Pedal Pusher to exercise my legs during those long Western New York winters.

While I was at Rhinebeck, I was admiring the Kromski wheels.  A woman came up to me and said, "Aren't they beautiful?"  I said, "Oh yes, I would to have a Symphony."  Then she asked if I had a wheel.  When I told her I did and what it was, she made an awlful face like I told her I spun Red Heart SS on the thing. (Anyone on Ravelry who have read some of the comments made about Red Heart SS will understand.)

Winter 2009, my sciatica was so bad I couldn't use my wheel and spent most of the time in bed on a heating pad.  Summer 2009, D got an inheritance and was going to buy me my hearts desire of Kromski Symphony, but I told him to put the money towards the move down here. I'll get one someday, in the meantime I'm happy with what I have.

4. I'm thankful we moved down here to the desert.  Shhhh, don't tell D, he thinks I hate it here.  He hates New York.  I often mention things I miss about home.  The fact is that the SW is so completely different from the NE that I feel like I've dropped on a different planet.  The next 3 days are going to be sunny and in the 80's before another cold front moves in on Monday then sunny and cool in the 60's again. I'm going to go out and take walks and enjoy it.

5. My furkids.  I used to have a signature line on the Knitter's Review Forum of "The more I know people, the more I love my cat."  Until, I kept getting pm's by people complaining it was offensive.  They are part of the 85% of population that statement is for.  They don't care what I have or what job I'm not working at.  Though Bootsie is a bit of yarn snob, she only bothers the yarn that is natural fibers, especially silk.  She leaves the acrylic alone for the most part.  It is rather cute when she walks around with a ball of yarn in her mouth, yowling on the top of her lungs.

Finally, and I know this makes 6.  All of you readers who take the time to stop by to visit me.  I really appreciate all your nice comments and those of you who stop by and quietly leave again.