Communication is key

Sorry for the blog hiatus. I've been having problems with my DSL, which has put me in a foul mood lately. Doesn't the phone company know that I need to devote at least an hour a day to looking at lolcats and Ravelry? I thought that I'd solved the problem at the beginning of the week. Someone had tripped over the phone line to the modem and pulled it out of the wall. Problem solved, right? No, this was a two part problem. The modem had to be reset as well. Apparently, my modem is like a flashbulb, because it can only be reset so many times. The tech service rep told me that I have only one more reset. So that modem better be on its best behavior!

My cell phone has been acting up, too. The battery hasn't been holding a charge. Also, the phone has decided to constantly take pictures of the inside of my pocket. That may or may not be related to the weak battery. Fed up, I called my phone company and sweet talked them into giving me a new phone. Then I waited and waited for it to come in the mail. I'm not the most patient person about mail order, so this just added to my aggravation. I made a couple of phone calls and discovered that the phone company sent my new phone to the wrong address. They sent it to an address that doesn't exist and were about to return it to the sender when I called. Sigh. I have the new phone now and it is highly excellent. My mom even gave me a bluetooth earpiece to go with it, so I can rock out like Uhura. So if you see me walking down the street talking to myself, it's the phone, not craziness. Probably.

I went to the opera last night to see Eugene Onegin. It had a bit of a slow start, like a Russian novel, and a stark set, but I eventually got into it. One of our customers at the LYS is in it, so I was excited to see her. I was also a bit surprised. Poor Catherine. She's such a lovely, vivacious person and they gave her old age makeup, an awful wig, and a costume that looked upholstered. I'm so glad that I went to see her recital at the cultural center this week. She wore a gorgeous ombre dyed devore velvet flowing jacket that suited her perfectly and sung art songs. She also sang the "Out Damned Spot" aria from Macbeth, which was absolutely incredible.

On the knitting front, I have so many WIPs now that I may never finish any of them. It's too crazy. To say that I've come down with startitis is an understatement. Fortunately, several of the projects are small ones, so I may be able to finish a couple of them and return to the everlasting Malabrigo project with a bit of confidence.