Ritalin, perhaps?

So this morning I dreamed of the Jailhouse Rock production number from the eponymous movie (which I have long maintained, though with no firm factual basis, was the first music video).  Often these odd dreams are what a very clever commenter referred to as NPR dreams (this was upon the occasion that I dreamt my Thanksgiving turkey went to war) but today I had the buzzy alarm not the radio, so the imagery and soundtrack came from less obvious locations.

And while I yield to no one in my admiration for charm and beauty of the young Elvis, I fail to see what Jailhouse Rock has to do with knitting.  And yet it did.  A black and white scarf.  That I am assuming was colorwork, because it needed to be steeked at the end of the number.  Not unlike the climax of "Under the Sea", but with scissors.

It is possible I may be coming down with something. 

Sore throat.  Chill.  Sore neck for the past few days.  But I refuse to acknowledge it until I've written a check, mailed it and done the payroll. 

And now it is later and I have mailed the check and gone over the wall at the post office and been late for a forgotten meeting because I went to order eyeglasses on the way back (well sorta on the way back) and done half the payroll and had that meeting after all, very usefully and efficiently and also, ahem, created a database to keep track of my most recent obsession which I will show you if I am ever home during daylight again, and now I am eating lunch, courtesy of the fine people at Amy's.

I have been obsessed with this recipe this week:  Adzuki Bean Croquettes.  From Nourish Me.  Which I would encourage you to read for the beautiful food, beautiful pictures and beautiful words.  She's tremendous.  Braised fennel, people.  With wine glazed lentils.  My obsession with her cooking bears out one friend's belief that I am 18 months away from vegetarianism and closing fast.  On the other hand, I had a creole style pork tenderloin (in a converted church, in fact) last week that was delicious.  And murdered a pastrami Reuben on Sunday.  So perhaps not.

I hardly need glasses, but when I do need them, I need them most definitely.  A strange by product of either advancing decriptitude or LASIK (both?) is that my vision - which, five years post operatively, is about 20/30 on one side and about 20/50 on the other - can go exceptionally fuzzy on days when I am exceptionally tired.  Particularly around my period - hormones can effect ocular pressure, did you know?  - and particularly when I am dehydrated.  In Arizona, I can hardly read a street sign between the sun and the parched condition I am reduced to.  To which I am reduced.  You know.

So I need glasses whilst driving in unfamiliar places, in New York, when I have PMS and when I am so tired I probably should not be operating a motor vehicle anyway.  And also, sometimes for the computer, which is a different pair of glasses.   On average, maybe once a week.  Its stupid.    But not having them?  Also not working out so good.  And now that I have peripheral vision and stuff, I don't find them at all burdensome.  In fact, they are sorta cute when I'm not helpless without them.  Perspective is a marvelous thing.

Anyway, I think these are the ones.  This brand seems to make a frame width that fits my giant head, and they are light, and cute and flattering and I think I can live with them for 5 years of occasional use. 

Also?  I knit this week.  It was thrilling until I tried to groom the cat and she sunk her talon into the tip on my index finder, effectively limiting my enthusiasm for repeatedly shoving a wooden stick into the resulting hole.  But still.  I have - brace yourself - completed the long languishing right front of this sweater and begun the  left front.  I have learned a new button hole method.  And most shockingly of all, I have matched the gauge of the back, begun three years previously. 

Also, you have to go here and watch this guy.  I found him via Feministing twice: on the subject of the music business and the moral high ground and on MLK.  He was brilliant and I wanted to tell you and then I forgot.  Twice.  And then Flea at One Good Thing (a long time favorite read) mentioned him.  (Except it was on her other blog.  Oops.)  And I went over again and found this.  So dudes, settle in. 

And I smell like pirate.  Sort of.  Not really.  But kinda.  In a good way.

Thus concludes this edition of non-sequitorious blogging here at EnchantingJuno.

Comments

[Kat with a K]

Ooh, I'm a "very clever commenter"? Exciting! (And yes, catching up on this v. v. late.)

Thanks for the link to Nourish Me. Added it to my Bloglines.

[Lucy]

Thanks for your kind words.

Looks like it's been your birthday recently - am sending good wishes your way.

[Lucy]

Thanks for your kind words.

Looks like it's been your birthday recently - am sending good wishes your way.

[elizabeth]

Happy belated birthday! I hope you had cake and nookie!

[lanea]

So, clearly I need to say Happy birthday. Happy Birthday!

Those glasses are very cool. I want an excuse for a new pair, but I don't have one, and love my current pair too much to ditch them. Addictive things, glasses.

[claudia]

Happy birthday you sweet young thang. I hope this upcoming year is a fabulous one.

[Ruth]

Happy (slightly belated) birthday!!

[Megan]

There's a relationship between ocular pressure & menstruation? I've been freaking out all day that my vision is blurry. I've never needed glasses, but I'm 37 and glaucoma runs in my family.. sort of feeling that glasses are in my near future. Good to know I'm not suddenly going blind.

[Deborah C.]

Happy birthday to you (a day late!)...

[irene]

happy! happy!
xoxo

[Lise]

Hey - I heard a rumour you were having a birthday. Hope it's filled with all good things to delight your heart!

[Laurie]

Happy birthday! Did you celebrate well?

[(formerly) no-blog-rachel]

Someone might have mentioned it's your birthday today....happy birthday!!!

[Becky]

Hi! I have been a lurker for a long time and I just want you to know that I really enjoy reading your blog. I saw you last year at Maryland Sheep and Wool but was just too darn shy to come and say hello! I hope you've had a wonderful birthday and enjoyed yourself any way you wanted to!

[Bethany]

A Very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[PICAdrienne]

Happy Birthday!

[Tsock Tsarina]

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you -
You talk like a pirate,
And you smell like one too!

[regina]

Happy, happy birthday, darlin'. xxx!

[Miriam]

Happy happy birthday to you! Congrats on another trip around the sun.

[Jackie]

Muah!! Happy Birthday!!!!!

I hope you are having a glorious day, enjoying the gorgeous weather, and that a heapful of cashmere mysteriously appears on your doorstep. :)

[chris]

H.B! What brand are those glasses, anyway? And where did you get them? I too, have a very large noggin, and am always thrilled when I can find a pair of glasses I could remotely consider.

[Amy]

That's all right, I smelled like farm the other day, but in a good way.

Happy Birthday! Thanks for pointing me to ill doctrine (very insightful).

[jess]

oh, right! we share a birthday -- happy birthday! :)

"Adzuki Bean Croquettes" sound freakin' fantastic.

[Lucia]

Happy birthday!

[Sarah]

Happy birthday!