Sea Anemone Knits

So…I’ve been pretty absent lately. And I’m going to be continuing that trend a little bit longer. I’m feeling a little better lately. But unfortunately, I made a really big decision. One that has affected my social life and knitting progress in a rather extreme way…

…I went back to school.

I know my father is somewhat secretly disappointed that as of yet none of his children have college degrees. (Humor me - there are three of us kids. None with degrees. I’m 25, and my brothers are 19 and 15. Who on earth could he be referring to???) I want to show him that I can do this. Hell, I want to show my whole family that it’s possible to detour for a few years and still do this. But most importantly, I want to prove to myself that I really can do this.

I only have two classes left before I earn my associates degree. So guess what I jumped in and took first?

College Algebra.

gulp.

Monday through Thursday, 8-10:30p. I can’t go to SnB anymore. Well, at least for the next four weeks. I’m one week in and four to go. We have tests every Thursday. Luckily, I finished my first test in an hour and a half (out of the allotted two hours…I know I’m fast huh? Yeah. That’s right! Be jealous of my superhuman mediocre computing skills.) and was just able to catch like the last half hour of the girls. Which once again turned out to be just what I needed most.

See, y’all all know now that the last month or so I’ve been dealing with el depression-o again (not to make light of it or anything, but I tend to try and deal with humor. Sometimes that is not the correct answer for a situation, but a lot of times it is). And it was starting to look up a little. Then the folks running the show upstairs thought that the show needed a little more tragedy to go with all that comedy. (Sorry, that was bad. I know. I didn’t laugh after typing that either. Feel free to groan. All together now ::groaaaaan::)

So, on this past Saturday, I went and picked up my new glasses…

…got new back tires for my car. My mom and I went to lunch and then came back to pick up my car and as I’m following her home, I stop to make a left turn and while I’m waiting for the oncoming car to pass so I can cross the lane and make my turn, I get rear ended. Rear ended by an SUV going 35-40 when it hit me rear ended.

Glossing over a bunch of the details, lets stop to take a gander at the irony of the fact that these new tires had not even been driven TWO FULL MILES.

Good to know the folks upstairs have a sense of humor.

Sunday: I wake up and I cannot move my neck it hurts so bad. Plus I’ve got a huge honking blackish purple bruise on my left arm.

Monday: I spend a lot of my day explaining what happened to people in my office and that no, my weekend did not include a date with Bobby the Girlfriend Basher (my apologies to anyone named Bobby who does not engage in girlfriend bashing. Or boyfriend bashing if you bat for that team. Kudos to you, oh Bobby who does not bash people.)

Flash forward to the rest of the week and we learn that the Ins Company who will not be named has declared my vehicle to be a total loss. The woman who hit me? The paint on her emm-effin bumper was scratched.

Son of a mmrrmpff..

You wanna know what else? The amount they offered me does not begin to even pay to fix or replace my car. My car that used to be my Grandmother’s and I’d had many happy memories in as a passenger and a few more as the future driver and owner. My car that cheerfully got up with me every morning and allowed me to drive to work and never once complained about the ~50 miles a day that I put on it just commuting to and from work. If she acted up, she had the good graces to do it over the weekend so I wouldn’t miss any work.

So now, on top of being in school for my first full week, I had to go in looking like I’d been beaten and dealing with the stress of getting royally fucked handling my end of an auto claim.

On top of which, the ins co is only paying for my rental car through Saturday. I had to actually argue with the adjustor to get them to agree to Saturday as Friday wasn’t even feasible and “How am I going to get back to Galveston to handle this mess that your insured caused, by the way, if I have no car to drive???” They relented. But I won’t even mention the pittance they keep insisting is “more than fair” for my car.

So how do I get to work on Monday is currently my big question. Luckily, I may perchance have a light at the end of the tunnel.

And I got to see the girls tonight.

ETA: Stay tuned! Next time I appear, it will be to explain this:

I much prefer answering comments individually and under normal circumstances, please, know that I would. I do however want you to know that I really really appreciate your care, concern and kind, thoughtful words. Especially right as I need it most.

While depression can leave you feeling completely alone, I have something going for me and as hokey as it may sound, it’s this blog and the innernets. Even if I don’t/can’t/won’t remove myself from the carefully cultivated butt-shaped imprint in the couch (and trust me, I spent a lot of time working on that butt-shaped imprint), I can still be connected to people who whether or not I’ve actually met them, care enough to let me know that I’m not alone.

It means a hell of a lot to me here at Chez Sea Anemone.

I did take a day off this past week to be an bum, take care of myself and do absolutely nothing more than go to the Dr and get referrals and refills on my medications. (Oh, and knit. I kinda of knit a lot and finished something this week.) My Dr. was glad to hear of what I was doing to help myself and was very reassuring and I’m so glad that I picked him to go to when I first got to Houston and had to rework my healthcare choices. When you get to picking a Dr and find one that specializes in two massive areas of concern for you, you are indeed a lucky person, no?

So, I’m slowly back on the right track again and that makes me feel better.

Also making me feel better? A variety of pink things. Pink is good.

The Mandevilla plant that my Mom and I picked out a few months ago. This plant has been dripping with constant blooms.

A close-up…

My soon to be new tank. The Waterlily Top by Katy Ryan from IK Summer 2006. I originally saw this top at the Harlot tour last summer and declared that one day, I would knit it too.

And because I’m feeling the close-ups tonight,

Oh. And one last little thing that has been bothering me. Someone found my website by googling: corrective surgery sagging ball sack. Ugh.