weebugknits

It is the Monday after Madrona and although the weekend was wonderful and I left with many inspiring things floating and percolating in my mind, I am glad to be home, surrounded by my husbeast and my kids. Family is good.

46/365 somewhat random

I think that the processing of the weekend will take some time. So for now, the photo of the day will have to be enough. It is somewhat appropriate.

While the east coast is busy dodging storms and digging out their sidewalks, here in the Pacific Northwest, it is all about the various shades of green that are popping up all over. Including serious progress on my Ginny sweater.

39/365 shades of green

I have now finished the back and am on to the front. I can’t seem to take a picture that shows the actual true color of this sweater, it is more of a sage green than this photo shows, but I loved the way that the light caught the differences between the yarn that is knitted up and the yarn still in the ball. Little things like that really amuse me.

It still isn’t light long enough for me to get much yard work done after work, I am hoping that by next week that will change. I am looking forward to getting my yard back in order and am busy trying to figure out where to sneak some vegetables in instead of flowers. It’s all about the process. Over the past few years we have put in a couple of apple trees, a few blueberry bushes and this spring a dwarf cherry tree is going in the back yard. As the Husbeast fondly reminds me, I am a farmer’s daughter. If I had my way, the big towering fir trees in the back yard would give way to a huge pile of firewood and I would have my own little orchard back there instead. I haven’t won that argument yet. But I am working on it, even as much as I am on the fence about the idea. We would have to sacrifice a bit of our privacy in the back yard if the trees went away and I am not sure that any of us really want to do that any time soon.

I haven’t been in much of a meandering mood lately, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t thoughts percolating in the back of my mind. Ideas do that. They sit in the corners and simmer until they either boil over, or sneak back into my thoughts and demand to be set free. Sometimes they don’t even wait until Mondays!

The taking pictures part is easy. Coming up with things to say every day isn’t going to be as smooth.

18/365 Waiting for Nightfall

It’s Monday and once again the weekend has faded away into the promise of another week. Already the week is over full and the kids weren’t even in school today. By some miracle or another it finally stopped raining for a change. I managed a rather nice walk after work, which was in itself quite refreshing after being forced to spend way too much time indoors this weekend.

My husbeast has a set of ankle weights that he often wears as he is walking around. Apparently one of them managed a very small tear, providing an out for some of the sand. He was saying that he needed a new pair and looked at me like I was nuts when I suggested that he use duct tape to stem the leak.

I don’t understand why. I think that it was a perfectly plausible solution.

We all need a bit of sunshine. Today mine took the form of this poor little pansy, who has bravely withstood a fairly mild PNW winter.

A splash of yellow

When it is pouring down rain, sometimes you have to grab the bright spots when they are offered.

Christmas weekend was a busy one. Due to having to cancel part of our Christmas day afternoon plans, we spent the day at home, enjoying each other’s company, playing with the new wii fit that was under the tree Christmas morning. I was reminded of my childhood, where the day was spent playing, reading, eating and squabbling. Rinsed and repeated until my frazzled maternal unit could take no more and shooed us outside to pummel each other to a figurative pulp.

The simple things of the weekend were the best. And with that it is time to scoot off to work. I had meant for the final meanderings of the year to be a bit more profound, but time is short and ideas are even slimmer to come by at the moment.

I’ve been knitting myself into a corner. One sock blanket is done, a few more rectangles accomplished on the other. I have spent what seems like an inordinate amount of time attempting to untangle the clutter in the living room, only to have it explode in to a larger mess.

I’d like to call uncle and give everything a rest. In reality it isn’t that simple. Life, work and kid stuff seems to soldier on, no matter what I do or don’t do. Quite frankly, I feel as if my creativity has fallen into a bottomless bucket, leaving me capable only of miles and miles of garterstitch on size 0 needles. Clearly, I need to get a life.

On the other hand, perhaps not is all lost. Let me tell you a story about three women who meet for coffee and the difference between knitter and non-knitter was self-evident after a couple of hours. The non-knitter was distracted, restless and making grumblings about the things to be accomplished for the rest of the day. The knitters? They could have cared less if they were there three more hours.

Just refill my coffee cup damn it and pass me that ball of sock yarn. I’ve got it all under control.