My teeth have been bugging me. Don’t worry. Finally have a dental appointment in the morning. If it were up to me? YANK ’em all out. I don’t care anymore! It’s painful, I tell you! PAINFUL! Replace my gorgeous smile with something more synthetic….Aha! But that clever grin will still be there.
I’ve been dealing with this for YEARS. Another anecdotal realism from my homeless days. Poor nutrition brings about a loss of hair, bad skin, and teeth that cling to your gums for dear life.
I haven’t written my blog in a while because I’ve been pissy on the tooth end (chronically cranky I call it), and extremely busy on the knitting end. Shipping books has gotten better. They show up in the evening, we get down on our knees, me with sharpy in hand. I sign, pass off to Phillip who places the books in envelopes, seals them and BOOOM! We schedule a pick-up for the next day. So they came in one evening, then out the next. Nice flow. :)
I’ve been knitting in stretches that last hours, moments that seem to take over my conscience, knitting in dreams, if you could say.
Any serious knitter knows what I mean. You dig in with those needles and you just keep going. Nothing else in the physical world matters. No pain. You don’t have to be a veteran knitter to know how that feels. Often times, it’s the newer knitters that feel it most. “I’m going to FINISH DAMMIT!”
I knit, toss the piece to the side, then pick up another. For a few days there, I had to let go because of the teeth. The pain so bad, I lay in bed, head propped between two pillows, Mario curled under the covers at my backside…..both of us in a self induced coma. If you’re unconscious you feel nothing. Any serious knitter knows what I mean….
Phillip would sneak up from behind, toss his arms around me and I’d hiss back, “Can’t you see I’m busy??? I’m focused, man!” He’d slip away, head to what he was doing and within a few minutes I’d realize what I had done. I had shunned the one true hero in this endeavor of mine.
I know I’m difficult to be around sometimes. I’m always deep in the trenches of ambition, and sometimes you forget the support you have. I know it can’t be easy to live with me. I’m on a schedule. I’m demanding. I’m distinctly on track…. And he is kind enough to sit back, let me hiss, take my shit….and love me anyway.
So, I wandered through my pile of boxes of books, over Mario (check her out keeping guard). I’m covered in yarn scraps, a bit of tuna casserole on my breath. I tippy-toe, and landed him a kiss. “I’m so sorry, man. Look at this f@$ing disaster! I know it’s chaos in here. I’ve just got so much to do right now. But it will be so worth it one day. I promise.”
He smiles, kisses me on the top of the head (because he IS a giant, you know), and says quite simply with a smile, “It’s ok, sweetheart. I know you’re busy. It wouldn’t be you if this place wasn’t filled with books and teddy bears.”
Thank God, he forgives me.
I’ll curl up beside him, Mario will curl up beside me….and we all look like a bunch of tremendously gay nesting dolls. I spy in the corner and see my disaster….Not really that much of a disaster when you think about it. It looks more like progress. Absolutely. A great way to move the mind into the positive. That pile of yarn and books is the success we’ve been hoping for….
So, we’ll have a messy apartment for a while….the end result will be a life of reward.
Yeah….a life of reward. :)
(burp!) Tuna casserole!
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