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I'm feeling kind of weepy today for no particular reason. It's almost certainly hormonal (I suppose that is a reason…) because my period started this morning. The timing was bad because I was supposed to have my annual gynecology appointment this morning. Since I stopped taking the pill, my cycles have been rather unpredictable. This doesn't surprise me because they always were before I started taking the pill, but it's inconvenient not to know when it's coming.

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I've been doing a bit of cleaning today. I'm working in fits and starts because I don't want to wear myself out, but I've got to get it done. My brother-in-law is coming to stay with us tomorrow, and I need to have the spare bedroom usable before he arrives. I cancelled the Amber game I'd normally be running on Saturday to accommodate his visit. I'll still go play in Matt's game in the evening in order to give him and Scott some time for "guy stuff." I expect they'll play computer games.

Of course, my husband asked me to cancel the afternoon game but can't think of anything that the three of us are going to do. I asked. This amuses me more than it annoys me fortunately. I'm not sure my players would be so understanding, however, so I don't plan to tell them (unless they see it here). I suspect that by the time the start of Matt's game rolls around Scott and Jeff will be glad enough to see me go so that they don't have to feel guilty for wanting to do things that I don't or won't participate in.

I expect tomorrow to be kind of rough. Suzanne, my sister-in-law, will be bringing Jeff down (he's been staying with her family since yesterday). The idea is that we three adults will take Brendan, the three-year-old, to the Hands On Museum. I kind of think he may still be a bit young to appreciate it (Oh, he'll really like some of it, but…), and I'm already wincing at the thought of what tromping through the building's likely to do to my hip. I warned Suzanne that I probably won't be able to keep up, and I'm debating taking my knitting along.

Speaking of which, I finished a green scarf for my father. I don't really like the color that much. It's a bright, light green on the weak side of emerald and just doesn't seem very solid to me. I liked the yellow a lot better. Right now, I'm working on a scarf for my father's girlfriend. She asked for turquoise, so that's what she'll get. After I finish that and the scarf I promised to make for Scott, I'll see about getting LunarGeography to teach me to crochet. Once I've got the basics of both knitting and crocheting, I'll think about bigger projects (like the rugs for the basement that I mentioned in an earlier entry).

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I do need to find somebody who can educate me about yarns. I suspect that, for some of the things I'd like to do, a wool yarn would be wonderful, but I'm allergic to animal fibers. They make me itch horribly after a very short exposure (and it keeps getting worse and worse). It's bad enough that, after a few childhood experiences with Icelandic sweaters, I refused to wear any sweaters for about fifteen years (My mother was rather annoyed since she'd spent quite a bit of money on those sweaters. I was always cold, and she thought she'd found a reasonable solution. I don't know if she believes me about the allergies even now).

Basically, I want to figure out texture, weight, durability, color and washability so that I know how much to consider each in deciding what to work with. If I simply go with what my fingers like, I'll never come up with anything that can stand up to heavy use. That's okay for the scarves but not so good for rugs. On the other hand, I need to find something that won't destroy my hands while I'm working with it.

The color part of it will be a challenge because of how we've painted the basement. That lemon green will be hard to match or compliment. (And I have to admit right here that I don't much like the color. It was a compromise pick. We wanted something light because the walls have a tendency to close in down there, but we couldn't agree on a color. To be fair, however, I suspect that I'd hate any color that I spent that much time putting on the walls.) Maybe I can use this as a bonding issue with my mother-in-law and/or sister-in-law. I'll have to blame the basement color on Scott since they won't hold it against him (they don't expect him to have any color sense at all), but I think they might enjoy the challenge of figuring out a reasonable match.