But that came later.
I went to bed only half an hour late but didn’t sleep well, no idea why.
I was very determined to use the day wisely, with all the teaching and my upcoming trip it’s better not to procrastinate. Also, I did not do any housework the week before, some parts of the house are looking a bit dingy already.
So I dawdled a little less than usual and managed 15 minutes of writing time in addition to all the other morning things. Husband and I talked and I started the new pair of socks for real. I finally got to try the alternate cable cast-on and that looks good, is stretchy and fairly easy to do.
Since I wanted to be on time for things I did look at the clock throughout the morning and was rewarded with being only ten minutes later in leaving the house for my walk/run. I realized that my 68-minute walk/run actually takes me 90 minutes when you count changing clothes, getting ready and putting my contacts in.
The weather was marvelous but very warm:
I have progressed to 2 1/2-minute running intervals and I did better than expected. Also, the whole thing was rather exhausting.
I came back home, took my contacts out and took a shower. I was so sweaty and hot that my glasses fogged over, and when I took them off in the shower I still couldn’t see properly. So I thought my vision was blurry because there was sweat in my eyes. I also felt pretty dehydrated which could also be contributing.
I got dried myself and got dressed and put my glasses back on. In the shower the sight in my right eye had been blurry but with the glasses it was my left eye. Weird.
I started having thoughts of retina tears, of course, but there was not much time for contemplation, husband was making salad and very stressed. So I helped chop things, all the while unable to use my left eye.
We ate lunch outside:
After lunch I had only 15 minutes where I read and ate chocolate before my first student. They were coming in 45 minutes earlier than usual.
Not being able to see out of your left eye is very distracting while teaching piano. Thinking you might be going blind and should go see your eye doctor for emergency laser surgery is even more distracting.
After the first student I had a 45-minute break, of course, until the next student. I was still determined to get stuff done but something about the way my sight was only blurry in one eye bugged me. Was there something in my eye? If so, what was it? I tried looking at it properly but for that I have to take my glasses off and then I can’t see anything.
And then I had the right idea: what if the thing that was in my left eye was the contact lens? I mean, I remembered taking lenses out of both eyes and putting them in the case.
Right.
I looked at the contact lens case and found that there was no lens in the right side, only in the left.
What must have happened was this: I took the right lens out but because I was sweating so hard and the lenses are not the newest I fumbled, the lens stuck to my finger and I had a hard time getting it into the case (that’s what I remember). I also remember that taking the second one out was weirdly hard as well, and that one also stuck to my finger and I finally put it back in the case.
Apparently, it was the right lens stuck to my finger and I didn’t see that I hadn’t put it in the case. And when I tried taking out the left one I still had the right one stuck to my finger and thought that was the left one.
And when you walk around with your contact lens and your glasses at the same time that makes your vision rather blurry.
After taking that lens finally out I then changed the sheets on my bed and all the towels, then went looking for the wool shaver in a chest of drawers that I never open. Shaver in hand I looked at the other stuff in there and wondered what was in that big plastic bag:
Well, it seems to be about 400 grams of purple Corriedale. The purple Corriedale that I thought I had all spun up. I had been wondering about how small the quantity of yarn was that I got when I remembered buying 500 grams and the other big bump of fiber is huge but I couldn’t find more of the fiber.
So instead of vacuuming the apartment like I had planned (but I had run out of time for that anyway) I fetched a niddy-noddy and another lazy kate to pull the plied yarn of the bobbin.
The other lazy kate hadn’t been used in years. It was stored in a plastic bag on a shelf in my studio. When I tried taking it out I couldn’t because it was fused to he bag.
The plastic feet of the lazy kate had dissolved completely.
I pried it out and used it anyway but the next step will be to get the remains of the plastic feet off the bottom and put new feet on it.
I then taught the rest of my students, one student canceled so I used that time to refill the humidifier in the piano and play some piano exercises, and the last student of the day was my writer friend from New York, so we did a piano lesson and the talked for half an hour.
I had asked the boy to do the dishes which he did, so all I needed to do there was to put some things away. I ate dinner while reading (I started reading „Big Time“ by Laura Vanderkam yesterday, and I find it very uplifting.) and then opened the manuscript for 15 minutes.
Right in the middle of that my husband showed up after being done with teaching and we talked a bit. He was very tired and exhausted. I then wrote some more, started writing this post, fought some video game bosses with my son’s help, brushed my teeth, wrote a list for today, played some more video game and went to bed.
This whole day just shows how much better I do when I don’t have a day with all the time in the world. On the other hand, having days with nothing to do is also good for recharging but still, full days with a lot to do suit me better.
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