I like the new blogger format because it automatically resizes pictures for me. Just another extra step I don't have to worry about.
I have already finished one sock and, true to my knitting skills, it's way too big for me. So I immediately looked to my left to the gentleman with the size 9 1/2 shoe, and he is the lucky recipient of my as-yet-unfinished socks. He still has room to grow, especially around the ankle, but I am satisfied with the outcome.
|For My Boyfriend With Big Feet|
You know how I complain about my job? And before you think it, yes, I end up complaining about every single job I've held (since I moved to Orlando). Today, I received some "friendly advice" not to trust everyone because I could end up on the wrong side of a "power player" and this person offering said advice has seen people lose their jobs over this. As if losing my job scares me, that doesn't scare me; you scare me by saying I did a lousy job or my work product sucks. But to scare me by saying I could be fired? Not happening. Yes, I have bills and obligations but it's just me. I can take care of myself, even if I were to be fired. I had to stifle a laugh when she acted like being fired was the worst thing possible. She's never walked in my shoes. Being fired would be a relief. She should have said that everyone would think I'm stupid. Now that is what causes me agita.
I can relax when I get home, although it never seems like I have enough time in the evenings, and I get to see Steve and Delilah. The more we get to know Delilah Cat, the more I see her tailoring her activities (eating, sleeping, and prowling outside) to Steve. She's really got herself set to his schedule. She sleeps when he does and then when it's time for him to leave for work, she's out the door to do her own rounds of the neighborhood. It's never been more evident to me than when I caught the two of them napping together over the weekend.
|Mirror images of each other|
I snapped several pictures, without the flash to make sure I would not wake them, and I even watched them for a few minutes, much like a creepy stalker. This becomes my new "happy place" where I want to go when the world and life and people become too much to take.
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