Agony

...far more painful than yours!

I was in two kinds of such last night. One was putting all of my hard-knit work — my still-not-finished KO Satchel — into the washing machine. Ba ba ba BUM! Certain death! (Guess that movie and me love you long time.)

Last night was my first felting experience. This photo was taken after 8 minutes of washer-induced aggravation. It was in a zippered pillowcase to prevent little fuzzies from clogging the water pump, as I've heard happens sometimes with felting. I was so nervous. I was standing hovering over the washer the whole time. Seventeen minutes of aggravation later, and I was pretty pleased with the size. I took my sopping bag of wool down to the basement, after squeezing the excess water out, and blocked it on a card table. We have a dehumidifier in the basement, so I thought that might help with the drying.

And now I have to wait. And wonder why wet wool smells a bit like hair salons.

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The other agony is this: my shoulder fucking hurts! (Sorry for any virgin ears out there, if there are any left.) It's been hurting since about Sunday. It's also making my neck hurt. I feel like maybe if I just stretch it, then everything will be fine. I can't move it that far without wanting to cry.

I guess playing very bad pool the other night and finishing the strap yesterday weren't exactly good ideas. Maybe I'll be learning to knit continental-style sooner than I thought, if this keeps up.

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Oh, and today's my brother's 17th birthday. He's stuck on a bus to eastern Iowa, where the vocal jazz group, Vox, is set to perform one last time this year at a jazz festival. I gave him a very small pin with Yoda on it, which says, "Do or do not. There is no try." I think he almost smiled.