The liberation of Nurse Rudee

And so begins week 1 in my new position of a work when I feel like it nurse.  It didn't take long to get a request to work, either.  At 10 AM Monday, they called to see if I'd work Monday night. No, no and no.  "So sorry," I told them.  "I'm taking a few well deserved days off.  Call me Wednesday if you need help."  On Thursday, my boss had told me that in her mind, I'd already gone above and beyond in the patience department and should take the rest of the month off.  Not wanting to go that long without a paycheck, I think until Wednesday should be good enough.  After all, it wouldn't be a full day of work--more like one or two visits and then I'd be done for the day.  It felt good to practice saying the word no.  Perhaps it's something with which I should become more accustomed.

This was Sara's Dark Shadows survival kit.  She's been walking around the house since Friday practicing her favorite line of the movie: "fear me not, drunkard!"  Hmmm.  Me thinks it was the Jack that made that made that line click so well.

Friday we went and saw Dark Shadows.  Though it's been much maligned by the critics who seemed to be disappointed that it's not an exact remake of the television series, I rather liked it.  In fact, I laughed for two hours straight at the jokes, the camp and the antiquated language that rolled off Johnny Depp's tongue like honey. As for the critics, how, pray tell, do you provide a story in two hours that took years to tell on television?  I will say that it would have been nice if some of the funnier scenes had not made it to the trailers first.  

Anyways, just in case you're worried that I'm bored with my new life, I'm here to tell you that I'm not.  Yesterday, I lollygagged in my jammies until around 3PM, at which point I decided I couldn't live with the dust bunnies accumulating in the corners of my home for one more minute.  For the time being, they've been banished.  Today I'm knitting this beautiful shawl and reveling in the feel of the  merino/bamboo blend yarn as it slips through my fingers.  I was concerned that it would fall by the wayside when John Sandford's new book was released today, but I have found that it is possible to sit on the front porch with my iPad propped just so while reading Stolen Prey and simultaneously knitting a garter stitch project which needs barely any attention at all.

Just in case someone dares to interrupt my beautiful day...all three phones have been silenced.