Y’all know that definition of insanity, so I don’t have to repeat it here. Powerful delusion, though. Lately, it manifested itself in the belief that my life would settle down once Bug started school again. *WHY* I thought this, I have no idea. They’re still both doing swim lessons, Bug started Cub Scouts, and now he has homework on top of all that. There is no reason I should have thought that things would settle. But here we are.
I’m still anxious to be making the back yard into something usable (and would love to have something like hers, but that doesn’t happen here, even if I had the time and was willing to spend it on that, and c’mon, this is me.) It’s getting close to the time to plant a winter garden if I’m going to have one, which means I need to do a little prep work or admit defeat for another season. I want to plant my jasmine and my sweet peas so their little vines can be growing before it gets nasty-cold (plant-wise, yunnerstand). I want screens on my windows so when the weather is nice (which I admit isn’t for a couple months yet) I can open my windows wide.
I also keep thinking that “soon” I will be able to sit back in a clean, cozy house in a nice cozy sweater and knit before a fire with a cup of coffee and some nice music. I’m not entirely sure where this delusion came from, either, but it’s nice to contemplate.
In the meanwhile I have finished the Neverending Cowl of Interminable Infinity. No modeled pictures because that requires light, a camera, somewhat matching clothes, and having showered. These things converge very rarely. Here it be, on the arm of the chair, balancing most of the remaining yarn atop its loveliness.
Also, it is difficult to block a moebius scarf.
I moved on to some Christmas socks. They were going to be a red, larger version of last year’s Christmas socks, only due to a number of false starts and screw ups and fubared math, they will be plain, boring-but-squooshy 2×2 rib. Color not accurate, blah-blah-blah. (It’s a nice Christmas red in person.)
I shall be taking copious notes on this one, because in order to save my sanity (since it’s going to be acres of ribbing), I’ll alternate with the next Christmas sock, which will be narrow and small, but will be black. Ugh. At some point I plan to continue making socks for me (I have at least two on the go right now) but I don’t actually know when I’ll have the free time for such a thing, nor the desire to get back to it.