This morning...
I woke up at just past 7am. I got myself a cup of coffee, made my way to the blue recliner, flipped on the TV, and enjoyed a blissfully lazy morning.  As I channel surfed, I realized that in a couple of hours, my day is going to have to start. And, what a busy day it will be.
After writing my post, for today, I am going to go to my student portal. Even though my school week does not end until Monday, I am going to wipe out the last of the discussion work today. My original posts have all been made. Now, I just have to respond to the posts of other students. This, while easy, does take a bit of time.
After responding to these discussions, I will have cereal, and get myself changed out of PJ's. Then, it is back to the computer. I have a rough draft of an essay, due by Monday. This, too, will be done today...Hopefully. And then, it will be time to go the library, so that I can send this rough draft off.
I am thinking that maybe, since the library is so close to JoAnn's, I might be able to talk my mom into dropping by there, for a quick minute, so I can get my time in, with admiring all the yarn. We shall see.
So...Yesterday.
Well, yesterday's physical therapy was the last, of my initial 13 visits. A referral has been sent out, to my doctor. Hopefully, I get approved, for more visits. I am honestly seeing a big improvement. Since yesterday was my last visit, on the original referral, I was worked especially hard. It was friggin awesome!
First, there was the usual stretching. Only, it wasn't so usual. Many of the stretches were new, and not really all that comfortable. More than once, I said the word "ouch", rather forcefully. By the time the 30 minute stretch session was over, I looked like I had been thrown in a pool. I was absolutely covered in sweat. I know, attractive, right?
Then, another new challenge.
I got to the walking bars, and my therapist told me that we were going to play catch. As she grabbed the green rubber ball, I just knew that this was not going to go over well, at all. I mean, I can barely balance, for more than a minute, alone. But, to then add arm movement, and trying to grab hold of a moving object, all while maintaining balance. Oh, let me count the disasters, I can foresee.
Ahh, what the hell, I thought. I might as well give it a go. So long fall free time.
Guess what?
Surprisingly, it was simple. I was catching the ball, and throwing it back. I never once even felt like I was going to fall down. And, I did not even have to stop, and grab the bars, to re-balance myself. I was doing it. I was actually doing it! And, the ball wasn't just being thrown, straight at me. It was being thrown to my left, and to my right. It was being thrown at my legs, so I had to bend to catch it. It was being thrown overhead. And, I caught it EVERY single time.
Talk about feeling really damned good, about yourself. I felt extremely high and mighty.
After a 15 minute session of catch, I went to the gym, and did my typical workout.
My appointment started at 10:30. It did not end, until 1.
Needless to say, napping ensued on the car ride home.
Then, once home, napping continued on the chaise.
After waking up, I made my way to the computer. It was time to find another option, for my mother's Christmas afghan. Now, I did decide to leave the Cross Stitch & Picot in tact. I do plan on finishing it, and having it be just a lapghan. And, while I am sure my mother will love it as such, I wanted to give a FULL SIZE AFGHAN, for Christmas.
One pitfall. I had very little variegated yarn, from Aunt B's blanket, free to use.
I searched, and searched, and searched.
And finally , I found it. An afghan that will be ABSOLUTELY PERFECT! It is unique, and just plain wonderful. 
It was found on the Red Heart website, under the patterns. It is a round afghan. (Have I mentioned before, that the idea of making a round afghan is fascinating to me?) Here is the link to the pattern.
http://www.redheart.com/free-patterns/medallion-circular-throw
So, at about 5pm, I printed this pattern out. My mom was sitting on the front porch. So, I took advantage of the uninterrupted time, and I started this afghan. The first 2 rounds were worked, in the yarn saved from Aunt B's blanket. It is not a lot, I will grant you that. It is a rather small part, of the pattern, actually. But, it is perfect. This special yarn, is the very HEART, of this afghan. Literally. Round 3 was worked in coffee brown yarn. Round 33 will be worked, in coffee brown yarn. And, the medallion rounds, will be worked in coffee brown. The rounds in between the medallions, will be worked in petal pink.
Even my sweetie agrees..."This is a much better choice."
Last night, before going to bed, I managed to get the first 6  rounds done. 2 more rounds to go, and then I start my first medallion section. And, while I am sure I will be fine, I must admit the medallion rounds, are freaking me out a little bit. I hope I can work them correctly.If I can manage to work this afghan, then I am SURE that my mother will love it.
One more thing, before we move on.
I am sure you will remember that, up until quite recently, I was feeling like Aunt B was there with me, as I worked the Cross Stitch & Picot. Then, when I started noticing how narrow it was, that feeling went away. But last night, as I began working this new afghan, I felt the presence of my aunt, even stronger. I know it may sound completely crazy...You may even think that I need to be medicated, and that is ok, I guess. (Everybody is entitled, right.) But, yesterday, as I worked on this medallion afghan, it was like my aunt was there. When I found it online, I swear I could hear her say "that one!"'  Everything about this pattern, felt 100% right. And, as I worked on it, I was flooded, with all the good memories I have, of Aunt B. The cream-filled donuts, for my birthday. The casinos. The fact that she was the one I went to first, when I told about what my 'father' had done to me. (My God, this changed our relationship so much. It made the connection even stronger.) I swear, she WAS here, as I worked on it. Unseen, but here, nonetheless. And, as I worked on the afghan, tears formed, and fell down my cheeks. I allowed myself to cry. I embraced the emotional burst. I allowed myself to remember, and to miss her. And honestly, I hope to have such strong emotions, the whole way through this afghan. I want to put all of those emotions, into every stitch. The whole point of using the variegated yarn, was to have memories of Aunt B, connected to my mother's Christmas afghan. So, why not just allow myself the chance to remember, every time I sit down, to work on it. It seems to me, that all those thoughts will somehow cling to the yarn, making this afghan so much more, than just yarn, twisted together, into a pretty shape. These memories will bring this afghan to life.
So, with all the time spent HUNTING for a new pattern, and time spent, actually working the beginning rounds, I did not have a chance to work on the second sock. No biggie. I will get to it today.
After dinner, I worked another row, of the birthday blanket. Then, it was bed-time.
Today, after all the homework, and running around, I plan to get a fair amount of yarn time in.
And, that is it.
After the Holidays, I will return to the Cross Stitch & Picot. But, for now, it is time to work the round afghan.
Well, time for me to go. I have a busy day ahead of me.
Until tomorrow,
Happy looming, and crocheting.