I Can’t Wait Syndrome

I find myself saying these words over and over again, but I never have anything to follow it up.  In the morning, literally within 5 minutes of waking up, I’m thinking to myself “I can’t wait.” I think this comes from too much anticipation of the next moment and not living in the moment enough.  I sometimes feel like I wish my life away.  I blame this on my parents.  Wait, wait, I’m not being a bad daughter but when we were in Alaska I noticed that my mom was always thinking of the next step, and sometimes losing out on the current activity.  For instance if we had just arrived back at the room to rest a little bit, mom was thinking about leaving to get dinner or picking up my niece.  This most likely comes from raising 3 children and always having to have everything planned out.  So really I’m not criticizing, I’m just realizing why I’m always in anticipation of something else.

My family also was always hours early to any event.  For instance if we had to be somewhere by 9:15 a.m., and it was a 45 minute drive, we would leave at 7:30 a.m.  Which meant growing up spending a lot of time in the car waiting.  I probably started my “I Can’t Wait Syndrome” there, sitting in the car, waiting to get out of it and being bored.

 

Beautiful Django

So I’ve decided that I need to concentrate on redirecting my brain away from this phrase.  That I need to live more in the moment and less on what may or may not happen in the future.  Purely in a literal life and knitting life conception, not in a spiritual aspect.    But I need to be content with what is happening now and not be so caught up in wishing my life away. 

With knitting I need to not worry about deadlines or dates, and just enjoy the prospect.  I find myself constantly crunching numbers mathematically to determine when I may finish a project. I’m going to focus on stopping that habit and simply enjoy the process.  That being said the bedspread on size US 1 needles, may be a 41st wedding anniversary present and not the 40th. But I’m okay with that. 

Fortunately my sister’s afghan for her 25th is going spledidly and will in fact be done for the 25th.  But then if it wasn’t, that would be okay too, after all we are still waiting on our wedding present.  hee hee.  My sister and brother-in-law were going to build us an entertainment system for our wedding present, we’ve been married 13 years this fall.  hee hee, but Kat really, we don’t need it and I’m just teasing you.  Maybe for my 25th anniversary, you can knit me an afghan.  Love you big sister.

Go Get a Drink of Water

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Originally uploaded by RebekahF

Abner loves to play, and play, and play. But due to the fact that several years ago we nearly lost him to a heat stroke, we make sure that when he plays ball he drinks water on a regular basis. One to keep him hydrated and cooler, but also to make him take a break from running, running, running. But Abner doesn’t like to get a drink of water, he wants to play, and so he’ll run towards the water bucket, but not actually get a drink. Sometimes he’ll wag his tongue over the water, but not actually touch the water.

I swear he’s like a 3 year-old thinking he’s fooling mom and dad. Oh yes, I really did eat those brussel sprouts, but yet they’ve just been moved around on the plate.

Nick is holding is ball under his feet, not letting him play until he gets a drink. Eventually he did get a drink, and play resumed.

Hope you enjoy the little video of him.

Always the Sweet; Often the Evil

I’ve been spending a lot of time at my desk (at work) working diligently on legal documents, but many times lately the work does not take my entire capcity of brain space, merely a presence of being and an attention to some level of detail.  This leave a portion of my brain, I believe the right-side, to be involved in interesting thought development about the logistics of life and knitting.  I have been thinking a lot about my dogs as well, probably because I miss them and I believe they miss me as I’ve been working so much overtime.  I dwell on my knitting, how many rows can I get in tonight? If I did ”ssk” instead of “k2tog” would it result in a better looking leaf? and other things along this same vein of conscious thought. 

In the last few weeks we’ve determined the following: 1) Abner will always be sweet, pure sweet, there is a most endearing quality about his character.  You know you can always depend on him to confort you when you need it and to love you unconditionally. 

Pure Sweetness

2) Django on the other hand can be sweet.  But he is quite the character.  The moment you walk home, he’s leaping for joy that you’ve at least returned to him.  If you are late coming home, he holds a vigil at the front window peering out waiting your arrival.  Always the comic, he smiles and talks to you to let you know his thoughts on life.  

 But yet somewhere behind that funny face, there is lurking a bully, an always vigilant wolf watching the horizon on the look out for his next dinner.  We were playing in the backyard last weekend, and we watched our Django drink from the water bucket, he drank very daintly as we observed he constantly had his eyes on the world around him, waiting to see what might sneak up on him at a vulnerable moment.  He is our little wolf.

And just when you don’t expect it.  The evil comes out! 

Evil!

Okay, he’s not evil, but he sure is funny!

“My what big fangs you have there Django”

“Better to eat Frosty Paws with”. Django replies.