Well, here I am again (finally), putting up another (possibly dull) blog post. Hehehe. It’s been a crazy-busy summer, with not a moment to myself to even think about blogging or knitting or anything but work. I’ve been ‘berserk with work’ all summer long, as a matter of fact. I love my job (most of the time, LOL!), but wow – really long hours, lots of work to do. For much of the summer, an often frustrating re-planning process has been going on at work. Such is the life of a project manager, though, so I really can’t complain (much).
In addition to all of that, it was a pretty rough summer for me, as I had a health scare going on. To make my long story a bit shorter, I went for a normal eye exam for new glasses on July 31. This included a dilated exam, since I’m well over the age of 40. During that exam, the optometrist (who is probably young enough to be my kid!!) saw an amelanotic nevus on my left eye. Basically, that’s a colorless mole on the eye. I didn’t even know that one could have a mole on the retina! He referred me to a retina specialist, because these things are nothing to fool with – they may be innocent and benign and may have been there your whole life, but they may also be a melanoma and trouble and a big problem. It took a month to get in to see the retina specialist, who did another dilated eye exam, looked at the nevus from every possible angle (ouch, my eye muscles!!) and declared it ‘possibly nothing’, but that we needed to have it further checked out to be sure, particularly since I am a smoker and have a family history that includes both retinal separation (maternal grandmother) and cancer (mother and maternal aunt). Yes, Mom’s side of the family was a really wonderful gene pool – brains, curly hair, ‘the fat gene’, and plenty of health problems. Oy vey. So, a week later, I found myself at the Vanderbilt Eye Institute being dilated again, and having several dozen photographs taken of both of my retinas (both of them) as a baseline, and an ultrasound on the left eye to get ‘more information’ about the lesion. All I can say about that experience is that, if you can possibly avoid it, please do. Even with numbing drops in my eye, having an ultrasound pen rolling on my eyeball was possibly the most unpleasant thing since childbirth! At any rate, the films have been viewed, and the lesion has been judged to be benign. Very cool. Dr. Retina Specialist still would like my internist to do some more tests, just to be sure, because these eye things can sometimes be a metastis from some other part of the body. Oh, joy!
In the world of knitting, I still have the Lily of the Valley Scarf from Knitted Lace of Estonia by Nancy Bush in the works. It’s very nearly done – I have four pattern rows and then the final few rows of preparation to graft the body and edge together. Woo-hoo! That poor scarf has been on the needles so long, I’m surprised that the yarn didn’t completely bond to them! I should, however, be able to wash and block it by next weekend, if not sooner, which is great. After that, I think I may start some holiday knitting for friends and colleagues. Maybe. I’m an awfully selfish knitter by nature, so maybe not! One option, though, it to make a couple more of my Sheepless in Spring Hill cowl, so that I can be sure I have the pattern down pat. If that were the case, then I could go ahead and ‘publish’ it, here and/or on Ravelry and then, like a zillion other folks around the world, I could call myself a ‘designer’ (not really talented enough to be one – not even by half – how about an unventor??) Oh, phooey – just realized that, once I finish the scarf, there’s a second sock just waiting for one more row of ribbing and a bind off, and the Emerald Isle Cardigan I started last fall that are both waiting for me to return to them. I really want that cardi for the winter this year, it’s really tailored and professional in appearance, so I guess I’d better frog the messed-up button-band front piece, start it over, and get the sleeves done! Ah, well, so much for holiday knitting, hehehe!
In other news, my younger son started high school (!) back in August. Yes, my baby is a freshman this year, and loving it. He’s off to a good start, as well, bringing in five A’s and a B at the first 4.5 week progress report. He’s even doing really well in his German I class, where the teacher’s weekly e-mail newsletter is constantly harping that the kids aren’t studying and aren’t doing as well as he had hoped. I’m tickled about the grades, since his transition from elementary to middle school was a bit rough. 🙂 On a less-happy note, I discovered today that the poor guy will be transferred to a different high school starting next year (re-zoning with the advent of a new high school in town). Downside – he loves his current school; upside – he’ll be a member of the very first graduating class at the new school, which is pretty darned special. 🙂
My older son is in, um, transition, awaiting his parents to get their _____________ together and ensure he has a vehicle so that he can go back to school and get a degree/certificate in something or other. At the moment, he pretty much has his heart set on a degree in Digital Animation from the Art Institute of Nashville, an investment of 3 years and $90,000…for a mere $20,000-ish more and another year of his life, the guy could have a degree from Harvard, but hey, it’s his life and his loans!
And so, I leave my 3 readers (hehehe) with a Fall-inspired song from a long, long time ago. Nat King Cole’s voice is like warm honey – smooth and sweet, and I love this song.