I'm sure that when I was singing BTS* I didn't ever sound as good as I thought I did, and it used to really bug Paul when I would jump to the high note at the end of songs ("the land of the freeEEEE!"; "happy birthday TO YOUUUUUU!"). I would have to start over from scratch. It would be a lot or work. Judging from how I reacted to voice therapy, it might be depressing, too. So--maybe not right now.
Trusty faced his own demons before the concert, in the form of a horrible monster with a black protruberance on the front sprouting extra arms and legs. Despite my reassurances that the monster was not going to get him, he embarrassed himself next to the picnic table. Luckily for Trusty, the protruberance came off and the monster resolved into two perfectly normal humans, although he had to lick Baby Aeowyn's foot to make sure something that small really was human.
Facing reality in knitting can be a challenge, too.
Hmmm. Maybe I should redye that orange one today. Since we're not going to the zoo.
Note to Laurel and Joanne: You should still decide which Cookie A. socks you want, just in case--Please check them out and let me know which stocking you like and what color, and email me.
And then there's the mitten knitting I promised to six of the eight grandchildren. I'll have to start knitting those two at a time the way I do socks, judging by past performance.
Well, I have orders from my doctor to reduce my stress level, and knitting is my most therapeutic activity. I may just go back to La-La Land, where I can finish it all up in no time and start more projects! Reality? We don't need no stinkin' reality!
*BTS: Before Thyroid Surgery