Not a Happy Girl

In the immortal words of Gilda Radner, It's always something.  The current something is a dead desktop computer.  I got up yesterday morning, and the power to the tower (kinda poetic) was off.  And it wouldn't go on.  I tried messing with the cords--no luck.  It's just dead.  It's probably time to get a new one, because I think I got this one before Lee died, so that's over five years.  Tomorrow is one of Glenn's days off, so he will schlep it to Best Buy for me.  We'll find something I like and have them transfer my data to the new one.  Meanwhile, I'm using the laptop, which is very slow and not at all my favorite thing to play with.
There is good news--the Giants won their division, and that was very exciting.  The Bears did quite poorly.  I'm used to the Golden Bears doing poorly, but that doesn't mean I like it.  I finished a difficult pattern pair of socks--well, almost finished.  I finished the second sock, then I had to take out the toe of the first sock because I didn't make it quite long enough.  I have to do another pattern repeat then do the toe again--then I'll be done with that.  I don't know who will get them, but at least I'll be done.  The next thing will be a pair of socks that I started in the Skilled Nursing Facility when I was getting antibiotocs for the cellulitis in March, THEN I can start something new.  I also finished a baby bunting that I started probably a few years ago--that was exciting.  I'm not even sure I know where the pattern is for it, so I hope I did it right.
I'm feeling OK.  Still pretty tired, but not hurting.  Maybe Glenn and I can squeeze in a walk tomorrow, just to see if I can do it.
That's it.  Maybe I'm a slightly happy girl after all.  We'll see after we visit the computer store tomorrow.
xxooxx

Trying to make the world smaller

I'm hoping Lee will take one more look at my little blog, because I would like to carry on this conversatison.  My e-mail is aecarlsn@pacbell.net. I might get strange, random, messages, or I might bet a message from a double bass player from Willard and BHS.  I am sorry you lost your husband, sorrier still what you lost him to.  When I was on the Speaker's Bureau at BHS, and it was time for us to make our pitch for the American Cancer Society, the statistic they gave us was 1 in 3 will develop cancer.  That was in the 60's.  I don't think it has changed.  For some, the journey is too swift, and for others, it seems to go on forever.  I have a friend who has been fighting for well over 20 years.  My journey is 4 1/2 years and still swinging.  There are some things I want to make it to, and at other times, I just want to cross my arms over my chest and hold a lily--those times are few and far between, but I get tired of being tired.  Then I look at my stash of yarn and realize that I have too much to do to go right now.
Hope this works.  And if you random people want to touch base, that's OK too.
xxooxx

Wow--is it ever a Small World

I got a new comment to an old entry yesterday.  The old post was on the Joys of Pack Ratting from August of 2009, and the comment was from Lee Denny.  She was looking up her older sister, Gail, whose obituary I've been saving for quite a long time.  She was concerned because I haven't blogged since August.  Not to worry, Lee.  I'm still kicking--slowly, but still kicking.
I started my new treatment, Avastin, on Sept 4.  I'm still terribly tired, and tired of being tired, but the pain is a lot less than before.  I have an appointment with my oncologist this coming Tuesday.  I'm hoping she'll set me up for a transfusion.  That might help the energy.  climbing one flight of stairs totally wipes me out.  So we'll see.
I made two sweaters for Iris, one with a hat and booties.  They are size 0-6 months and have lots of growing room.  I've been putting my yarn in to plastic bins--easier to see what I have that way.  I haven't put everything away, but I have about 2 1/2 bins now.  I'm working on several projects, none of which are close to finished.  Monica came over to hang out and have dinner last week.  Becca is talking to her again, so I finished a pair of purple socks for her--hope she likes them.
That's about it for now--and the Giant's game is on.  Thanks for jogging my memory, Lee.  I remember you and the double bass.  Hope life has treated you well.
xxooxx