Shrunken Bun Meets Low Mojo

When Helene and I arrived for yoga yesterday, we were met with a surprise cancellation. Rasha had been taking care of her roommate’s dog while he was out on business, and the pup had hurt its leg. Since the poor dog had been acting strangely for the past couple of days, she took it to the veterinary clinic early in the afternoon and it kind of went downhill from there. The dog had a pretty high temperature so she was a bit freaked out. After calling her cell phone and not reaching her, we walked over to the FocusPoint office. Of course that is when she called me back and left me a message. Anyway, we did get a hold of each other and hope the puppy is okay.

Since yoga was cancelled, I dropped Helene back at her place, and mailed out Debbie’s Mainstay yarn and Ma’s birthday card. I checked in with Rich and picked up a few things at the grocery, then filled the car up with gas before heading home. Throughout all these errands, a to-do knitting list was going around in my head: Sew up, add face, and shave matted ends for felted bunny; finish and block the baby set (kimono, bib, and washcloth); send out the flyers for “Walk and Knit” and “KIP Day in Providence’s Waterplace Park”; re-cast and knit my Amazing Lace camisole in my more comfortable way; continue the Diamond Fantasy Shawl; ball up the 3rd hank of Softwist Bulky for my SP8’s Clapotis; continue the other baby set I started at the baseball game on Tuesday… The list seemed never-ending, and it droned over and over while I listened to the Yankees and Tigers game on the radio. I think that’s when the bad feeling of dejection started. 🙁

I came home to find Rich watching Batman Returns instead of the ballgame. He was surprised why I would want to see the Yankees (or any other team for that matter) if the Red Sox were not playing them. Not sure about you folks, but I totally (imagine a giant HEART pounding loudly) LOVE baseball. The game combines strategy, skill, and luck. Basically my favorite part is that a pitcher must figure out how to get the batter out while the batter must figure out how to hit whatever thrown ball is given and to see if it can be placed somewhere in the field without being caught. Granted, home runs are cool, and grand slams even better, but nothing beats a well-placed single or double to get a score. Anyway, he let me watch the game on the HD by going upstairs to play Delta Force with his online buddies. With my Greek pizza slices, lots of milk, and my felted bunny in front of me, I was ready.

Before I knew the time had gone, it was four innings later, and still no complete bunner. I had looked for my crochet case which hold my seaming needles, but could not find the case. I then checked my pincushion for large-eyed needles, but none was there. The more I looked at Bunner, the more uncertain I was on gifting him. Would he be loved as much I love him? Will he just be given to a dog as a chew toy? Will he be teased because (as Rich pointed out) one ear and one foot was larger than the mate? Will I mess up his black button eyes and crookedly sew his nose and mouth? I held him close like a tiny infant during the entire game while these thoughts keep plaguing me. For now, he is still unfinished, patiently awaiting my decision. These feelings must have affected my mojo, because I do not feel any need to work on anything from my list either. I am a bummed out bunner. =:8