I am finally finished with the Lemondrop yarn! It’s plied and washed and resting in the yarn bookshelf. I’m a bit tired of it so the separation from it is welcome. It’s lovely though. I haven’t taken the time to see how many wraps-per-inch that I’m getting to find out what weight it is. I’ll wait until I have an idea of a project for it. It’s a 2-ply yarn and I managed to get exactly 650 yards.
This weekend was interesting. It started out as any normal weekend then Saturday I fell in the parking lot – my foot twisted in my shoe and I tried to catch myself with my left hand. I thought I was fine but my shoulder seemed to hurt more as time passed and on Monday I found out that I sprained my left shoulder. Working has been weird because I’m on a work restriction of lifting no more than 10 pounds and no overhead lifting. A lot of what I do at work is lifting and stocking merchandise. So at work they have me entering things into the computer and doing as much light work as possible. I didn’t work on Sunday because I was still recovering from the fall. I did get a lot of reading done and a little bit of knitting. Saturday, I finished Fleurette, which is beautiful and I wish that I could show it finished, but it’s a gift. On Sunday, I did manage to knit the thumb of the left Norwegian mitten.

On Monday as I was trying to getting ready for work (drying my hair is a bit difficult with a bum shoulder), Bryan said that I had a package on the front porch. It was package from my secret pal! I immediately opened it – what a great thing to get on Monday! In the package, she included a hemp necklace and bracelet that she made, a little notebook made from handmade elephant dung paper (it doesn’t smell bad at all) and a cute handmade card. Thank you, secret pal you made my day!
In an earlier post, I mentioned the library interview and right now I’m just waiting to hear from the library to schedule that interview. The holiday seems to have thrown a bit of a kink into getting everyone that needs to conduct the interview together. I’m waiting patiently and am very excited at the possibility of working at a library.
On a very heavy note, cancer has hit our family once again and my aunt is spending Thanksgiving in the hospital. It makes it so much harder to know that I won’t be able to be with my family for Christmas again this year. We are spending Thanksgiving with Bryan’s family this year and had planned to spend Christmas with my family in Kansas. But I have to work around Christmas, I was hired on at the retail store as seasonal help and I’m expected to work the day before or the day after Christmas. Bryan and I are going to Kansas the second week of January but it just won’t be the same. Heidi, our family dog, is also getting up there in years and I want to see her too. A lot of heavy emotional things going on right now. I have a lot to be thankful for. I’m so thankful that I’m close to my family and that Bryan and I are each other’s support when a shoulder is needed to cry on. I’m also so thankful to the friends that I have who have become such a wonderful support for me lately.
The last several days, I’ve been thinking about my blog and why I write it. There are several reasons that I write it – to share my knitting with others, to be part of the larger blog world of knitters, for my grandfather (hi, g-pa) and mom to know what I’m up to and for myself to document what I’ve done and knitted. I have never been good at keeping a journal, I usually write in it when I’m having a bad day or just need to work through something, but for some reason blogging is so much easier and a bit more fun. It is a censored part of my life, not everything needs to be public, but I try to remind myself that I write for myself. Lately, though I’ve noticed that my main reason for writing (for myself) doesn’t seem to be the dominant reason. It’s been two weeks since anyone left a comment and it feels quite strange. It’s almost the feeling of “doesn’t anyone like me anymore?” So it’s thrown a new twist into my blogging. Should it matter that I haven’t had any comments in two weeks? No, but as I’ve been adjusting to our new life in Champaign, I’m learning that I am a person who always wants some reassurance that people actually like me. It sounds strange and even a bit self-centered but I think we all need that reassurance sometimes. I always wonder what it is about certain blogs that people get 30 to 40, even 50 comments on a particular post. Nothing against the bloggers that do but sometimes the most basic posts get a lot of comments. Is my blog just not as interesting as theirs? Is my writing just not as elegant or catchy? Are my knitting projects boring? Are my photos not as exciting? If I posted more would that be better? These are some of the things that I think about when trying to figure out what to do with my blog and all of the stuff I talked about earlier. I know that I average about 20-30 visitors a day based on my Site Meter counter and I’ve had over 27,000 visitors, so I know people are visiting and reading. I realize a lot of people probably read through bloglines that doesn’t lend itself to commenting. In light of the things going on in my family, this seems a bit petty.
Does anyone else ever feel like this with their blog?
This post seems so crazy now. I started it and continued to write it backwards. The last paragraph was the first and as I thought about it, I kept moving that paragraph to the bottom. I have more to write about than being bummed about not getting comments or even knowing who is reading besides my husband, my mom and my g-pa.