2003-08-11

2003-08-11 - 1:11 p.m.

The weekend with Daddy went so well, I would have stayed another three or four days. It's the perfect place to relax and knit. The phone rarely rings, his computer isn't working, and my cell phone doesn't get reception. Plus the outside looks like this.



See what I mean? Saturday we went down into Chico and had a few beers at Sierra Nevada (if you're close, I recommend the Crystal Wheat - it's not sold except at the brewery). Sunday we hiked on the Feather River flume. Both days we woke up too late to fish. That's ok; the bluegill and crappies really hide this time of year.

One of the best parts of hanging with Daddy is that I get lots of doggie love. It was tough to get a shot of Rigby this trip - Daddy's been feeding tree squirrels by the house, and wirehair terriers do *not* sit still when there are critters around - but here's Nellie.



She's getting older, so she hides under this old throw quite a bit to sleep. We call it Nellie's World. I spent Saturday night listening to Garrison Keillor, knitting and resting my feet on beagle goodness. I was covered up by the afghan Mom made for Daddy last Christmas.



That was the best I've felt in a couple of weeks. Before leaving for Daddy's I solved the problem with Mom's Christmas jacket - I'm an idiot, that was the problem - and managed to put in 14" of broken rib on the back panel. The yarn is Katia Beetle, which has been discontinued but is over at Elann. I'd give y'all a picture, but it's pretty dull right now. I'll wait until the decreases start.

Daddy and I also had some good talks. He's starting to open up as he gets older. I learned many new things about his family. Some of them were really unexpected - including that both of his brothers were gay. That explains much about how accepting Daddy is. He also gave me some succinct advice about my love life in the past, present and future. He's never really expressed an opinion about my dating choices before, so what he said delivered a heavy impact. Thank you, Poppa.



It's a good thing that the weekend was restful, because I returned to a series of unhappy things. To start with, there's an argument between two of my best friends. It's an utterly stupid fight, but neither of them will give an inch, and it may break up the friendship and their living arrangements. I have a hard time with this kind of thing. To me real friends are like family - argue if you need to, but remember that you love each other and work that shit out. Don't give up the bond.

I also found out that J did not get the job he so desperately wanted. I left him two days before part III of his interview. Logic says it has nothing to do with me - the interview panel had already met him twice - but I still feel guilty.

And there's another friend who is clearly having some sort of weird/hard time but won't talk about it. I hate knowing that someone I care about is unhappy. The world doesn't circle around me, but I'd still like to help.

The common denominator in all of these situations is that I'm helpless. So tonight I'm going to take control of what I can: a long trip on the bike trail and more knitting. Hopefully this full-moon bad stuff will pass on soon.

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