While continuing my excavation of my closet yesterday, I came across an old leave and earning statement that showed me I paid $37 a month for Blue Cross in 2001 when I came on board with the state. BCBS charges me $158 a month now. Trust me, I haven't doubled my salary, and I don't have any chronic conditions, not even high blood pressure.
I mean, WTF is up with that? I've still got the LESes; I think I'll go see if I can track the rise in cost over a few years.
I sat last night and tried to graph a blackwork pattern to use for an A&S project I'm planning, and I couldn't quite track it. I'm going to have to get
fidelioscabinet to help me. Again. Not sure why I can't track it to graph it; I don't think it's that difficult. It is the first time I've tried to graph blackwork, though, so I guess I can be excused for not being able to do it the first time. Must be some knack to it.
On the ongoing Older Brother The Idiot front, he's backed off a bit, from "OMG, Mom must be moved into a home" to "Let's replace the living room rug." So I'm still moving stuff around in the Maternal Mansion, but not frantically trying to move stuff out. He's coming back next week, too. Apparently his wife doesn't want him in California any more than we want him in Tennessee. Heh. You reap what you sow.
I'm working on a small cap for Varinka's coming addition to her family, an infant squid cap complete with tentacles. There are several patterns around the web, but none of them were simple enough for me so I'm just winging it. If I remember, I'll take a picture of it for the blog before I give it to her.