Monday, 21 July 2014
Friday, 18 July 2014
For some reason, Thursday has always been the day nobody needs me to do, to be somewhere. Thursday is the day where I just get to be home and do nothing and I love to do nothing. It is the day where I love to sit and knit and plan my knitting weekend.
I picked up that pretty candy apple coloured shawl and worked on that last evening. Not a lot of rows of knitting, really, considering the hours that a Thursday night ought to have in it, but there were other things to do. I spent time writing a letter to a friend, and talked quite a lot with my realtor and then my kids. There wasn't a whole lot of time left.
I also cooked last night. I was particularly thrilled that for the very first time, when I cooked myself some supper, my smoke alarms did not go off. My little house and its high vaulted ceilings mean the steam from cooking hangs at the top of the vault. Every gosh darn time till yesterday, I forget to turn on the fan before I begin and the alarms go off, and I am forced to open the doors to fan the air and get things moving. The entire neighbourhood knows when I am coooking.
Anyway, last night I got it right. It was cool and cloudy here and I made soup. I love soup, thick and rich and warms you right to the center of your soul.
Little red lentils and rice with chicken in large rich chunks. It was wonderful and will be again. I made a very big pot.
I have some big decisions to make this weekend, and life is a little stressful, but overall it is settling down. I am holding to that thought to get me through. That and my big pot of hearty chicken soup with a little knitting. These things will carry me through.
Thursday, 17 July 2014
I woke at 6:30 which is late. It is barely enough time to stop to type here. But I slept late because I got to bed late, and I am well pleased about it.
I finally made it to knitting. I almost had nothing to knit in my bag, but I made it and knit a little and gabbed a lot. It was wonderful.
I was working on this.
which is the knitting deepest in my bag, a nice simple knit that just grows slowly and is knitting up into the most interesting fabric. I have got to work on this more.
It was just a reminder, a little taste test of all the lovely long list of lace weights in the depth of my stash.