One more day...one more chore completed.

It's pretty sad when you have to write down the chores that need to be done in a list and assign a specific day/date to complete said chore. With everything that's been going on with work and with Chessa being sick, it seems to be the only way I feel like I'm making forward progress. The list is long, and some chores repeat weekly, but I can see some of the one-offs going away as well. No small feat at this stage in my life. This weekend I spent cleaning up the back yard. Suz is coming down next Saturday to help me plant roses and move mom's fountain. This has been a project I've been trying to complete for over a year. When I went to move the roses that Gena, Tammy, Megan and I potted over a year ago, the roots had grown out of the pots and into the ground. Guess that could be taken as a sign. *sigh* I don't think I've ever seen the back corner that we'll be working on this neat since before mom and I bought the house.

Chessa, the resident queen and head of household had another one of her episodes that her auto-immune system wacks out and she won't eat, she feels miserable, and her fur falls out. It appears we have made it through another round and she is doing much better, but the vet also feels she may have cancer. For now she seems comfortable, a little more her old self and hasn't given up. Who am I to doubt what she knows best? Chessa has always been a very intelligent girl, who knows what she needs when she needs it. She's been very good at getting us hoomans to understand her. She's quite good at that, actually. So, we'll love and cherish her for however much longer we'll be blessed with her in our household. And will let go when she let's us know it is time.

Work has been incredibly crazy. As of November 1 I'll be working for the new company. What's crazy is no one knows anything of who is doing what (if different than business as usual), who reports to who or anything else that could be implortant in the grand scheme of things. I have a desk and a job to go to, with an income on a regular basis. I'll be there doing what I do unless they tell me otherwise. Another one of those "one day at a time" things.

Stitch & Pitch - the mini version

Last night Anne and I went to the Giants game in San Francisco. Some of our IT group from work had been invited by our AT&T Mobility account team to the game in the AT&T luxury suite. The game itself stunk... 15 - 6 Colorado. The suite we were in was spectacular...up above the crowd, looking directly down the 1st base line. Felt like we were right on the field with the players. But, for me, the night was about so much more than just the game. It was the warm memories of Mom, her love of the game and how much fun she would have had if she were there, yelling at the umps for stupid calls. It was about existing friends, new friends, knitting and converting new knitters. I had a wonderful time and met some really neat people who are now on that list of friends. It always end up surprising me that there really can be wonderful moments in the middle of all the nasty stuff and the fact that that only makes them all the sweeter. Apparently I need that reminder that life does go on outside my own little world and I need to look a little bit further than my own backyard.

The weather was clear and warm (unheard of for SF) so we moved to the seats outside the suite and pulled out our knitting. Of course, there were a thousand questions and some offers to "take that off your hands when you're done" for the projects Anne and I were working on. All in all, it ended up hooking a couple of my work friends into finding their LYS and learning to knit. Maybe I should take extra sticks and strings next time.

And to you, dear Anne, thank you for the wonderful time last night, for the amazing friendship we have and your love and understanding! I can't express how glad I am that you came into my life...you are in my thoughts and prayers today.