Tuesday, November 8, 2011
I love Fall. The colors, the smell, the cooler weather. I got to see a bit of snow this October, although it was mixed in with rain. It reminded me of my first year at Virginia Tech. There was a freak snow storm that dumped several inches of snow. They cancelled classes for a day, I think. That is pretty astounding at that school. Even if it isn't entirely accurate, I have this wonderfully vivid memory of bright, snow-covered ground and autumn-decked trees. Even without difficulty with allergies, I don't have the same feelings about Spring. I'm not sure what it is about Fall. Ultimately, it is prime knitting weather. You see the geese in the sky on the move, the deer in the fields bulking up, and the knitter in her natural habitat.
I finished a couple of projects recently. First up is a wash of garter stitch and ribbed edging.
Mara in madelinetosh tosh dk, colorway burnished
This turned into a bit of a slog, especially the edging, but it used every last bit of yarn. I love projects like that.
I also finished up a hat, Windschief, in madelinetosh 80/10/10 MCN, colorway steam age. (Sorry about my hair. It's always like that.)
I enjoy the detail on this one. Complex enough to be interesting, but simplistic enough for everyday wear.
Back to work now on my current favorite projects.
A sock for the most excellent friend Jen:
And a lap blanket, for me:
Monday, October 10, 2011
I've been having a difficult time the past couple of weeks. Pretty lethargic, despite an ever-growing to do list. Mostly because my mind has been on other things. I would really rather not go to work tomorrow, but there are meetings on the schedule, and I can't really justify it.
October 11th, last year, my grandma passed away. And I am discovering, the sadness from that loss doesn't really go away. It moves around the brain, like swirling water. And as the waves from that turbulence break, I sit in the quiet, and think of how dear she was.
She was good at so many things.
Gardening. Crossword puzzles. Killing palmetto bugs that were the size of Volkswagens to 12-year-old eyes.
Being a Grandma.
I'm thinking about you too, Grandmama. Thank you for all the love.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
|And the ceiling was the next casualty.|
Friday, September 9, 2011
I just had to deal with leaky window. My parents, however, are having a harder time of things. Here is a picture of their driveway from today (all of these pictures are from my sister-in-law):
On the right you can see the cable from the telephone line, which was exposed by the rain and cut by debris. For reference, the culvert in the background used to be UNDER the road.
Little bit of scale:
Currently, there are only two means of travel. Even tractors can stuck in this mud, so my brother is carting people around as best he can:
Sunday, May 22, 2011
I’m not sure how often I will be posting now (not that I’m a great blogger in the first place). Knitting has been pretty much impossible the past several days. Weaving isn't so bad, but I can only do it for a limited time. Mostly, I have been reading. I’m not really the type for book reviews either, unless it is to complain about overused plot devices.
(A picture-free post is weird to me. This is a picture I took of my niece. I like it.)
I appreciate the comment from the previous post. I shouldn't be as doom and gloom. I will be able to go back to my hobbies for the most part eventually. Nothing much has changed yet though. I have been in a brace (day and night) for a couple of weeks now, without any noticeable change. Icing helped this weekend, but ibuprofen doesn't do a whole lot. The loss of feeling in my hand is weird. I can run my finger down the center of my palm, and feel the movement on my finger, but not on my palm. More annoying than anything else, my left arm is starting to ache since it is compensating. If I should need to go in for a nerve test, I will decide on a new approach to this once I have those results.
I have been cleaning up some photos in Photoshop Elements a bit, but I hope to work on them more when I get a chance (and my hand has more clicking power).
I find myself thinking of my grandma more and more recently. I think because I try to be a bit more like her nowadays.
She was beautiful.
And a little goofy.