november sunday grump with a few delights

I wish the month of November could find me in a better mood. I wish I could say hallo, welcome , so nice to meet you again. But alas I can not. As the beginning of a cold I thought I had on Friday turned out to be tonsilitis. Enter and sigh of enormous proportions. Having a sore throat is definitely my number one h a t e thing on the average flu-cold-scale of simple illnesses. With a normal cold you get to 'enjoy' the sore throat feeling for 1-3 days before it turns into sneezing, snivelling, fever and such. With tonsilitis the whole darn thing revolves around that same sore throat, and cough, for days and days and... Did I mention that I h a t e it?

Eating spicy food, toast, drinking tea and apple juice seems to help a bit. For a while. The rest of the time I'm feeling seriously grumpy and dwell in self-pity. Because having that surprisingly short cold some months back and having survived the tin can woman april I did hope and think there would be no more throat nastiness this side of new year's. How sadly wrong was I.

On the bright side - see, I am at least trying to be reasonably positive despite my unfortunate state - I'm glad I was able to go on that marvellous little get away - yes, one guessed on Gdansk, Poland and that was certainly it. The Place of Surprising Marvel. A place I will of course write a lot more about later. And show pictures. When in not so crabby mood - without feeling ill, that the birthday and the major part of October - after successfully finishing the course - was enjoyed illness-free with me in an overall rather pleasant mood. And with nature showing off its diversity and most gorgeous face in every colourful leaf.

When this weekend haven't been spent time in bed, reading, sleeping and feeling sorry for myself - poor, poor, bunny - there have been a disproportionate amount if time spent in front of the TV. Only good stuff watched of course. But even good stuff needs non idle hands so I have been knitting a lot. One shawl in this gorgeous rainbow wool yarn nearly finished (pictures of end result to come) ~

and couple of teal socks - one in black, obviously not my own idea of fun or usefulness, and one pair in the pretty mixed red yarn - have been undertaken. It's been ages since I knitted socks, I can't say I enjoyed it then, but now, apart from the needles being ridiculously thin and me finding the instructions initially sigh-worthy intricate, it is kind of fun. Lots of fun actually. At least when knitting in lovely colours. And imagining what to wear with them.

So instead of over-dwelling in self-sore-throat-pity I try to dwell in books and yarn delight. And with every purl I hope the tonsilitis will be on its way soon, soon, soon and if not I will have to go see Doctor Feist and get some magic medication. (And if it wasn't for the cost and me not liking the idea of medicating I would not hesitate to go see her, because she certainly has a benefitting and moodlifting manner.)

For now I will take comfort, as so often, in the magic of yarn. And tea. Add spicy food, a good book and something pleasant showed on TV.