I was really tired when I read this archived post on unclutterer. And it struck me funny. And if I hadn’t laughed, it would’ve struck me again.
Here we are, good to go on a Tuesday morning. Teeny-tiny bag of trash; that’s it for the week. Copy-paper box of recycling; not the first to go out to my recycling bins. Black bag with knitting. Red bag with planner, camera, cell phone, etc. Breakfast is in the fridge at work, leftover from yesterday. Lunch will be peanut butter on crackers, a nectarine, and some carrot sticks, washed down with the bottle of milk that’s tucked into the knitting bag.
I added a row to Juno Regina last night. I would have added more, but I count stitches rather than insert lifelines, and I had to fiddle until I got the pattern and the stitch count right. I did a purl row while the tub filled this morning. [How long does it take for my big old tub to fill? 89 stitches.] And a row of pattern after that, just to prove I could.
I know what I’m going to wear this morning. Now it's just a matter of sluicing off, foofing my hair, and heading out the door.
Tonight is Knit Night. I’m hoping to make it. I’m also training a second backup at work, and when I got home last night, I just wanted to eat a bite of dinner and go to bed. You don’t know all the little things that you do every day, without thinking, until you teach somebody else to do it. Thankfully, she’s bright and funny and seems to be kind and good, so the time flies by.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!