Sadly, it’s not knitting lately. Sorry fans, folks, mavens, lurkers. . . .
This IS a better year than last for many reasons though. I just haven’t been on the needles lately due to derailments in weather, important events, and unfortunate life issues. My FIL died last night. That’s the worst so we’ll be heading out in a few. I’ll take my knitting but don’t know if I’ll have any time or focus. 😦 Sad, and we’ve been ‘waiting’ and praying, but the inevitable happened.
That’s the bad. The good is more of a silver lining after a long arduous and physical trial. If you’re on the East Coast (USA), you already know how much snow was dumped on us in February. My front yard had 48 inches after two back-to-back blizzards. Fortunately, I was up on it with groceries (tp, milk, bread, eggs, tp, milk) and we survived our twelve 24/7 days with the kiddos home, snowed in, and out of school. Shoveling was my mantra for the beginnings of each of the two storms. I got a great cardio workout and my torso felt it!
Still, no time to knit because I was catatonic on the sofa or taking long steam showers or sleeping! Then the laundry (dirty word).
The Olympics teased me on Ravelry.com since many of my ‘imaginary’ friends were competing in the Ravelympics. I’ve been secretly jealous but knew I couldn’t commit. I did seam two shoulders of a sweater that I tried to finish — two summers ago during those Ravelympics (hiding my haid in shame!) heeeeeee
I also SCORED some wollmeise at TLE, so my mojo is cheering for me. . . . . considering it a birthday gift to myself!
The past weekend’s excuse was courtesy of my hubster. He treated me to a ski weekend in Scranton, PA at Sno Mountain and we stayed at the Lackawana Radison (an old but renovated train station).
I am now officially 29. and that’s a joke son. . . I’m living my second lifetime now and with strengthened torso and leg muscles (silver lining) from shoveling, we made it through two wonderful days of skiing.
Yes, I brought my knitting, but did I knit? nope. 😉 I don’t think you would either if a jacuzzi was calling your name each evening with champagne and strawberries!! ♥ Well, only one night. We brought wine and had it solo on the second dip. . . . . and of course, we had to watch the skiing and snowboarding and curling (dig the norwegian pants!!). I claim my heritage but not their fashion sense. ;p
I hope you enjoyed this post – sans the knitting. I’m not neglecting it, I’m just on the gerbil wheel of Life Interrupted. Cast one on for me and I’ll be right there with you soon.
All the best-