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Some of the things I crochet are for children and especially babies. I was just thinking of working up a baby set (afghan, outfit, booties). If this law is allowed to go into effect the way it is, it will kill every single cottage industry alive that hand-makes gifts meant for children under the age of 12.

Please take time to vote for this so it gets on the list of 10 things given to Obama for consideration. A lot of hand-made artists will thank you for it, including me.

magyar_saman:

Hmmm.

Due to my forgetfulness, I was running out of Prozac without a refill. A call last Monday to the VA resulted in finding out my shrink was on vacation till today but that his case load was being covered by another shrink. So, I called the other shrink and left a message about my needing a refill. She called me back, talked to me a few minutes, then said she'd refill it and it should be mailed to me.

Normally I get mailed prescriptions within a week, since I'm less than a hundred miles from the facility. Well, I didn't get it last week and chalked that up to the holiday.

It also wasn't in the mailbox today. I went to check the VA site to see if they listed when it got mailed. It's not even showing up under MyHealth-e-Vet, which makes me wonder if she ordered the refill at all. I got up too late to call my regular shrink today but I'm going to make sure to get up early enough to call him tomorrow.

Thanks to Prince M (he really IS a prince sometimes) I went to Rite-Aid and got some St. John's Wort. The bottle says take up to 3 a day, but considering that I've been taking a reduced dose of Prozac (stretching it out) and I had NONE for today, I took four.

I was also happy to find that they just happen to stock the fiber pills I order from Vitacost and had run out of, so I snapped them up.

While we were waiting to check out, we noticed three individuals who definitely looked shady. Now I'm not the kind to "profile" people, but the aura I caught off these three really made me wonder. One of them had gotten a shirt off a rack in the corner and was waiting to change into it till the bathroom was free; I wondered quietly if he'd even paid for it. The clothing he was wearing was extremely dirty, which also had me wondering if he even had a home. The other two were with a girl getting a prescription. All three made me wonder if a robbery was about to take place. It just 'felt' like it.

I took a break from the Obama filet crochet piece I'm making, to return to a project I'd started awhile back: It's a Barbie dress I'm making which could be sold, with or without, the doll. I ended up having to re-make the bodice because it's too small to overlap properly in the back. I've gotten the sleeves done and attached them, and have added a string of pearlized beads to the neckline. I still have to do the skirt portion and finish adding the bead accents. All in all it's turning out rather nice.

I have also become rather fond of Lily Sugar'n Cream cotton yarn. Previously, I made a dishcloth trio that I have for sale at my Etsy store. I had a small ball of Fiesta Ombre left, and there was just enough to turn out a washcloth/hot pad size piece in a pattern reminiscent of woven wicker. I'd like to do more, and I found an Ebay store that carries the yarn in 1lb cones, but that'll have to wait till we have more money. I'm toying with making a baby afghan and/or set out of it.

Speaking of Etsy *sigh* none of my Xmas pieces sold. I guess I'll have to put them on sale or something, now that we're past the holidays.

I still have my Yule tree up and I don't care what anyone thinks. It's pretty and it lifts both our spirits up.

M may have to make an emergency room visit to get a refill on his antidepressants. The first place he was sent to no longer takes MediCal so he's trying to get with someone at the second number he was given. They were horribly rushed today and didn't get back to him.

The weather isn't helping either of us out. The second of two weak systems are coming through and it caused me to wake up with a sore back and sinuses that were doing the rhumba and giving me quite the headache. Medication took care of most of that. I know my pain is up because I'm out of antidepressants as well.

M turned me on to this series that can only be found on the Internet, called "The Fringe". If you like shows like CSI and Eleventh Hour, you'll like The Fringe. You can find the episodes here. Sign-up is free, as is watching. They also have other series as well as some movies.

magyar_saman:

Earlier today, we took our cans in for recycling. It's an especially pretty day, with blue skies and warm sunshine. We managed to get a half gallon of milk, some half&half, and some butter withour spoils.

I am amazed sometimes at how M can "hold court" in virtually any social situation. It didn't take him long to do so while waiting in line to cash in our cans. Various subjects were debated, including the evil of banks, Obama, and the oligarchy. At some point a couple of ladies brought in Christian religion; M managed to scare one half to death by pointing out that Allah is Arabic for "The Lord", showing that Muslims follow the same god as do Christians and Jews.

One guy seemed miffed about M stealing the thunder, and kept bringing up Obama's birth certificate and how some people still question whether he was a natural born American. M put an end to the argument, not once but twice, by telling him that nobody gets into the Oval Office without the oligarchy approving them. The guy was still muttering a little bit as he left after cashing in his cans.

I sat in the truck, people-watching, and soaking up the sunshine. I've since been out on the porch several times, doing the same thing. I also availed myself of some 70% cacao dark chocolate, which definitely improved my mood. Lastly, my littlest and youngest cat, Isis, has graced my desktop with her killer-cute little thumbs. She's washed my face, purred up a storm, and generally did her magic on my mood.

M has felt himself "drawn" to occasionally massage my shoulders and neck; unfortunately, I have a lot of pain stored there, so he can't do it for long before his hands start absorbing it. He then has to go wash them to "wash off" the pain.

All in all, I found some things today to be truly grateful for. I have a home. While our selection is limited, I have food. I have M. I have my furbabies. I have my friends, near and far. I have a vehicle that is in good shape. Physically, I am at a minimum of pain, and I have some energy.

Today is a good day, even if everything isn't totally "right" with the world.

magyar_saman:

I am in such a foul mood right now; I don't think I've been in this foul a mood in a very long while. Part of it is hormonal, but most of it is thanks to the stupid bank. It also doesn't make me feel any better to have LiveJournal responding like its routers are mired in fucking molasses....

( Cut so you can skip all this if you want )

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