I orginally typed that as 'Not Bitter Yet'. Ha. I am bitter. I am also annoyed beyond belief with my computer. I can't fix it. Superpower computer daughter can't fix it either. I am trying again this morning but I think it's hopeless and I am going to have to walk it over to the computer guys on the corner and pay them to fix my mess. I just hope they don't give me the 'look'.

I am going to make a couple of vows here and I plan to keep them. First- don't screw with something I know nothing about. Second- don't try to upload a video clip to Facebook ever again no matter how cute it is. Third- quit trying to fix things...it only gets worse. I am going to have to have these vows tattooed on my body somewhere to remind me of them. Post-it notes fall off eventually. I always try to fix things. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. It depends on what it is. Computers? No. Stop it. Don't go there. Ever. Sigh.

On the knitting front things are going along swimmingly. I am plowing through the Creature Comforts Cardi like gangbusters and if I could post a picture I would. The oak leaves going up the back are just beautiful and fun to knit. I think I have another repeat of the chart to do and then maybe another half chart before it's finished. The odd thing with this pattern...for me...is that I'm not using the chart but knitting from each row written out. I never do that. I'm a chart gal. I love me my charts. However, this chart is pretty confusing and I think it's been much easier to not use it.

My Christmas socks...again no picture...are also coming along but not how I pictured they would. The yarn was supposed to stripe and it is not. It is pooling like crazy. I don't know if I was supposed to start in an exact certain spot in the yarn or what. I'm not going to go nuts over it because the socks will be loved and worn no matter what the yarn looks like. It's just nuts.

How is it that my life can be turned upside down by a computer? Why is Facebook torturing me? Why is my computer mocking me and making my life miserable? Why can't I get on with my silly little routine of life and let it be? Because I'm not built that way. Damn it. I know enough about computers to be dangerous. They will break if you throw them. They won't do what you tell them to do and, even though they don't sass you back, they sit there with a smug look on their face that you just want to slap off. They don't cry and run from the room if you yell at them. You are the one left crying. And a time out does not help.

First of all...I hate Facebook. I don't even know why I am on the damn thing. I am too old for this. I have other things I could be wasting my time doing. I am annoyed with the changes to Facebook probably because I'm not used to the last big change yet. Where in god's name are my lists and my photos and my big map? See...the young people of the world can adapt to this constant change very well...us oldies can't. Some days it takes a moment to register if you want to turn left or right. Am I coming or going? Am I dressed or not? And...most importantly...do I have my underwear on?

I have been fighting with my computer for a week now and I'm on the losing side. I have buggered it up beyond recognition trying to fix things. Sigh. I've installed and uninstalled things without really knowing what I am doing just to try to upload a video to the Facebook. I became obsessed with getting this video to upload and the result is a messed up computer. I don't see things I normally see and really....I have no idea how I just changed the font to italics. I should not be allowed to have this power. I do not know what to do with it. My changes are not for the better.

I am being driven insane by my local road crew. Several streets around my house are being resurfaced and my alley is being totally redone. I can hardly stand it anymore. There is so much noise and so much beeping going on that I feel like I am living in Vegas and hearing that constant dingdingding of the slot machines. Seriously guys...you never go forward?

The crew starts at the ungodly hour of 7 am and doesn't stop until dinner time or sometimes later. The beeping wakes me up and serenades me through dinner. And yes, I can hear it with my windows closed. Somedays it's just all beeping and truck noises but occasionally it's a noise like fingernails on a blackboard. A dragging, screeching noise that makes the cat turn a stricken eye to me and then go hide in a closet. It sets my teeth on edge.

I'm trying to be glad that these guys are working and that I will have a nice new alley that doesn't have giant car sized potholes but it's hard with the beeping banging around in my head. I can't hear myself think much less be glad of anything. I'm trying extra hard but I really wish I had those fab noise cancelling headphones. Om-m-m-m.

Br-r-r--r. It's downright chilly in the land of ten thousand lakes. This morning I was going to check to see if I had ice on the pond but it's almost too cold to go outside in jammies and slippers. I believe I was sweating like the proverbial pig on Monday and now I am fighting with others in the house about turning on the heat. The heat is not going on until at least October. We have slippers, we have sweaters, we have hats. Suck it up. There are still tomatoes on the vine and flowers blooming in the garden so no...the heat is not going to be turned on. I am guardian of the thermostat. My body thermostat is so screwed up that I need to turn the air on as soon as it hits 78 but I will put on the wool socks and claim I am not cold until I can see my breath in the house. I would be perfectly happy if every day was 76 degrees.

It wasn't an easy day yesterday. I have been struggling with chiffon at work and my mom's issues at home. The chiffon is for dresses that are going to be sold in an upscale store so they have to be perfect. Chiffon doesn't like to be perfect. It likes to slide all over the place and make a person have to carefully take out wayward stitches. It leaves holes. It ravels. It gets a spot on it while your back is turned. It hates having a zipper put in up the back. It's generally a pain in the ass. Beautiful, but a pain. One dress is done and the other is almost done but that doesn't mean it's ready to go. It takes so long to sew on chiffon that almost done really means it will be all done next week sometime.

There is a lot of thinking involved in working with chiffon. Some days I can just sew and sew and then have a finished product that will go on a dressmaker's dummy by the end of the day and look fabulous. Not with chiffon. There is always so much thinking that my brain gets weary and then I have to take a nap when I get home from work. How can I leave out seams? Will the skirt look okay with one seam instead of three? How can I get the sleeves in and not leave an exposed seam allowance inside the garment? Why is it drooping on one side and not the other? Oh, it's nice to come home to a chilly house at the end of the day, wrap myself in wool and take a little nap. And then knit.

I can't believe it's September 1st already. It's stinking hot out but this day marks the start of autumn for me. It makes me wish I had school to go back to just so I could shop for supplies and smell those new pencils. And paste. Nobody uses good old paste anymore but it sure smelled good. And no, I never ate any paste.

A trip to the State Fair was in order last weekend just so I could visit my knitting. I was stunned all over again to find my precious gloves in the main glass case. The case that everyone could see as soon as they walked in the door. What? I had won an additional prize from a group by the name of Thursdays at Four and it was a big honkin' blue rosette. I was giddy. And giggly. I stood around waiting for someone to come up and gasp over the gloves but nobody did. I did talk to someone who thought everything in the case was machine knit. I had to straighten her out big time. We had a nice chat and I think I promised to teach her how to knit.

My shawl and socks were displayed nicely and, wonder of wonders, the shawl was folded so that the cat chewed area was on top. With the beautiful red ribbon right next to it. This still blows me away. It might be my new career. Mending cat chewed knitting. Could I make enough money to cover the cost of magnified glasses and Advil?

Beware....I might write about this subject again. I can't get over it and I'm going to visit my knitting again just because I love seeing it all with ribbons attached. I believe I've become a knitting diva.