I didn't work on Anna's cable socks last night, and it was the fault of the USPS. They brought my Knit-Picks order.
I was a good knitter and I worked up a swatch to make sure it looked right and to figure out my gauge. I don't want a tight fitting hat, I'd like one just snug enough to stay on. I have a long history of making hats that are just a scosch (is that how you spell it?) too small. Sometimes I like to pass them off as intentionally knit for Dulaan, but the knitting Goddess knows my truth. So I swatched and figured and did all the math.
I couldn't get to my pattern last night. BLING plays the Sims like I knit, obsessively and nearly without ceasing. I hadn't printed out the pattern and just couldn't bring myself to boot her off the computer. Do you see where I deviated? I think I'll stick to the original, but as I've already cast on for the hat with the mistake I'll have to do some math magic to get the stitch count right.
More on the vet: Our "old" vets office is a multi-partner practice, and one of the vets is a real Tool. I don't think I've ever used that term seriously, but it fits. Two years ago we had put off having Brody neutered for a few extra months because I had recently had surgery and had been off work for 7 weeks. There wasn't any extra money and there was almost zero chance Brody would accidentally father a litter (and he didn't). This vet lectured me on American priorities, American diets, and how people could better take care of their pets if they didn't buy so much disposable food. That sounds disjointed, but it's how he made his argument. Basically he was saying I'm fat and because I've put too much money into my body I didn't have the money to put into my dog and that made me a bad person. Niiiiiiice.
This jerk was regularly rude to BLING and I, and normally I wouldn't take that kind of treatment but he was good with the dogs, Brody clearly loved him, and he was skilled. His behavior did eventually cross the line with me too many times and we've been looking for a better vet since. We learned this week that he's no longer with that practice so BLING and I are talking about whether or not we want to stay there (none of the vets has much of a bedside manner, but they are all skilled vets).
I don't yet know exactly how I feel about the first vet we saw last week. I'm too emotionally close to the scare. I think I'm mad that she went from zero to emergency in 2 seconds. I don't think we'll go back to her, I would never trust her to take a moderate approach.
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