In Which I Have A Small Epiphany

I’ve been dutifully knitting away on my Jack in the Pulpit Shawl. One row at a time. And somewhere along the way, I lost my infatuation with the shawl. I found myself knitting out of duty. I was knitting one stitch at a time, then one row at a time. It’s not really fun, but I’m determined to finish this shawl.

And the whole time I’m knitting all I can think about is all the other projects I could be knitting or starting and I’m just chaffing at the bit to be DONE with this damn shawl, already! And that’s when it hit me. I was relaxed. And despite my inner raging monologue, I was actually content. And strangely enough, enjoying myself without even realizing it.

I think that’s what the beauty of knitting is all about. Even when you think you don’t want to work on the project you’re dutifully knitting away on, the meditative quality of knitting lulls you into enjoying what you’re doing at that very moment even though your project que is 20 years long by the time you’re done. And honestly, isn’t that part of the fun? Figuring out what you’re next project is going to be?

But the really neat thing? When you actually knit on the project you want to finish? It gets closer to getting done.

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Sometimes Being Miserable Is Necessary to Be Happy

Case in point. Our air conditioner that has been struggling to keep up with the weather? Well, it maybe isn’t the AC’s fault. B had a friend in the AC business come over and add some more freon to the AC and then did some research. What he found out was that we needed more insulation in our attic. I think we had something like 2-4 inches of insulation up there and what we needed was more like 10 inches.

The math was pretty simple. Spend a few hundred dollars on insulation and employ blood, sweat and tears or a few thousand on a new AC and eat ramen noodles and mac & cheese for a few years. So we decided to do what anyone in our situation would do. We opted for the cheaper, more miserable option.

In the Beginning...

Setting up the machine

And my dear, sweet husband wanted to get the job done so we started this process around 2:00 pm yesterday afternoon. In about 100° heat with at least 80% humidity. Maybe 1000% humidity. It’s hard to tell anymore. Anyway, he tried to convince me that I had the “easy” job of feeding insulation into that green bin of horrors. You know, because he had it so much more rough than I did being up in the attic and blowing the insulation around.

After about an hour and a half after we started, I was covered in more insulation than got blown up into the attic (I keep typing “attack” for “attic.”) and we were only 6 bags into the 25. To say I was miserable was an understatement.

It Starts About Halfway to Furrydom

You can click to make the photos bigger and see me covered in a fine layer of insulation. And this was after constantly wiping myself down to get it off me. Which, by the way, was doing its job smashingly well. Sadly, I had no need to be insulated. What with it already being 100° with lots and lots of humidity. And I’m trying desperately to stay cool any way I can. So that continual layer of insulation all over my body? NOT HELPING.

I finally managed to convince B that the reason this stupid insulation isn’t getting suck up into the hose (that I am no longer convinced we even need) and up into the attic because it’s too busy spinning around in the machine thingamabob and GROWING from the heat and humidity. So how about we call it quits for a few hours? Maybe we can start it again after dark? Or when it’s not so hot? Like maybe in December? No?

Damnit.

Then how about we stop for now and maybe start back up around 5 or 6? You know, when it’s NOT SO FUCKING HOT.

So we took a break. I had to de-fur myself before even heading upstairs where I promptly laid down in the floor and passed out. Have you ever been so hot and tired that when you pass out you have really weird dreams? Like the kind where you’re best friends with your ex-husband and babysitting his kids so he can get laid? No? Uh, yeah. Me neither.

ANYWAY. Moving along.

B woke me up a few hours later and we started the whole miserable process over again. However, I would like to say that I was RIGHT about the humidity and its effect on the stupid insulation and that once it wasn’t THE HOTTEST PART OF THE DAY, it started moving like it was supposed to. Also? The directions on that stupid machine LIED. It said to open up the suck-it-up-the-tube part 3/4 of the way. Nope. It needed to be opened up 1/2 way in order to create the proper amount of suction. Clearly the stupid thing was never meant to be operated during an Alabama summer. Especially in the middle of a heat wave.

Home Stretch

Ugh

But I digress.

At the very least, it was somewhat gratifying to find that blowing 6 bags of insulation no longer took an hour and a half but only half an hour. Which was a really good thing considering there was still THIRTEEN BAGS OF INSULATION left to blow. And don’t get me wrong, it was still cooler than it had been, but it’s all relative and still REALLY FUCKING HOT and I was still getting covered in insulation.

Turning Furry

Turning Furry

And in my delirium decided I was slowly  becoming some kind of live action anime arctic fox. Except brown. So I must be a anime fox in a post-apocalyptic earth where snow is always brown, which is why I was turning into a brown arctic fox. And that would be better than looking like a furry teddy bear.  Because I have pointy ears and bears don’t have pointy ears, but fox do. And how sad is it that snow is brown? And why is it that they say you should go green when really it’s brown… Sometimes it really helps to go a little crazy. It makes the time pass more quickly.

Because suddenly I was done.

Finished, But Not Happy

Finished, But Not Happy

I was hot, sweaty, extremely cranky and covered head to toe in sweat covered insulation. But definitely done.

And, even though I hate to admit it, B was right about the insulation helping the house stay a little cooler. Today is the first day in WEEKS that the temperature in house has been under 80°. And that’s a really good thing. And right now? I am really happy. REALLY REALLY HAPPY. This is gonna be the best vacation ever now that this place has cold(er) air.

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Putting the LESS in Pants

It is currently somewhere around a billion degrees outside. I know this because I just took Charlie out for a peepee break and got 3rd degree burns on every exposed part of my body.

In protest of the heat, I am currently maintaining a pants-free policy until further notice. I am also a cheap bastard and refuse to turn the air down in the house. Two reasons: 1. The AC is an old lady and can’t keep up with temperatures that are hotter than the surface of the sun and 2. I AM CHEAP.

It might seem a little hypocritical having a pants-free policy. You know, what with being Little Miss Drama PANTS and all. But damnit, when it is hot enough to fry several dozen eggs in the driveway without even cracking them open, I’m just going to have to be Little Miss Drama PantsLESS for the duration. If you have a problem with that then you can just pretend my pants are invisible. Or made out of air. Really cool air that never gets hot.

Hopefully y’all will be able to forgive this breach in Pants etiquette for the time being.

If not, don’t let the molten hot pants hit you in the face on your way out.

Sorry, that might have been a little harsh and uncalled for.

I blame the heat.

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In Search of Zen or a Fair Approximation Thereof

The last 6 months of my life at work have been insane. Seriously. I’m not going to delve into the details, but a lot of big projects came up and seemed to happen all at once. This left me constantly sprinting to keep pace for months on end without any kind of a real break. I have finally come to the end of the hectic pace and all my big huge projects and whatnot are done for the most part, but I can’t seem to wrap my head around it being ok to work or even live at a more sedate or “normal” pace.

And yet I’m incredibly drained. Physically and emotionally. For instance, if my fingers stop moving on the keyboard, I am in serious danger of falling asleep. It doesn’t help that I am laying on my super comfy bed with the memory foam topper…zzzzzzza;kldfawef Where was I? Right. Falling asleep at the drop of a hat. I think I have hit that proverbial wall. Except it feels very, very not proverbial and most definitely real. Definitely brick. I have hit a big, giant brick proverbial wall.

I am very fortunate to be able to take tomorrow and all of next week off, but there is this really big part of me that can’t seem to relax and uncoil. And I feel VERY GUILTY for taking a vacation. A hard-earned one at that! What the hell is wrong with me?! I could probably use  therapy if I am having feelings of anxiety and guilt for NOT going in to work. But I digress.

And to top it all off, I’m starting my vacation by attending a funeral tomorrow. This really does not help with the anxiety or stress. I mean, I know intellectually that people die even when I don’t think they should. But, well, it just sucks. I have repeatedly asked for a moratorium on death for my friends and family, but clearly NO ONE is listening to me.

OK. I need to just stop and breathe. So before this turns into a ridiculous whine fest where there is no cheese, I should focus on the good parts.

Like the part where B and I will go and get an hour and a half long couple’s massage on Saturday. I am really looking forward to this because, Hello! HOUR AND A HALF MASSAGE. Plus? This will be B’s first time to have a professional massage and I just know he’s going to love it. And that makes me happy and excited to share this experience with him.

And the part where I get to sleep in every single day next week. And I can do whatever I want. Which will largely consist of me sitting around in my underwear all day while I knit, spin, read and/or watch all the episodes of Bones I want. Uninterrupted.

And maybe if the temperatures aren’t skin melting, I’ll go do something outside.

I can go to the gym every day at my leisure. Believe it or not, I am one of those crazy people that once I get into a work out routine, I miss it when it gets interrupted.Plus? Pool! I can go and swim laps. Take Charlie for long walks in the morning before it gets too hot. Or late at night. Or both.

Next week? The world is my unpainted canvas. I can just breathe and take one moment at a time. I can paint the canvas with slow, deliberate strokes. And right now? I really need to cling to that.

And maybe take a nap.

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