Tuesday, April 19, 2011

journaling, or is it journalling?

Either way,  this particular individual isn't so hot at it.  The idea of it thrills me,  I have traveled around the country with journal in hand, and when the journey ends,  been very upset that  I didn't write a thing down.  So here I find myself again,  only this time regarding this blog.  I am very haphazard with it.  The funny thing that occurs to me is when I have the time to sit and write, life has been pretty mundane and everyday. When great things come up,  the pace runs so fast and the crash to follow happens so quickly, it's days before I get to this here blog.  According to NPR,  my son's generation will not have a legacy to refer to.  We don't write letters, keep written journals or even photo albums and movie collections any more.  Everything is stored on our hard drives and needs accessing with a password.  What about our blogs though?  Will they stand the test of time?  How long will they last and who will be reading them in the distant future?  Who knows............

Unrelated to that topic,  we had an interesting conversation in this house yesterday.
"Mama, play?",  "Sure I'll play with you, what shall we play?".
"Mama play laundry?" ?????????????
 "You want to play laundry?"
So playing laundry ensued.  I guess I spend a bit of time sitting with him doing laundry, because he promptly started taking the laundry out of the basket,  holding it up, wiggling it around and putting it down on the floor.  REPEATEDLY.  This my dear friends is how my son perceives his mother, a lunatic who takes things out of baskets wiggles them and then puts them down.  Enough said.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Busy winter

Man, this has been a busy winter.  That being said,  there is very little to show for it.  Somehow the months have past quickly, but the actual days seem to take a bit longer to get through.

Time is a very strange concept, and when you are as calendar challenged as I am,  it becomes a VERY strange concept.  I truly hope that my children do not inherit that bit of genetic make-up from mother.  Let's hope for daddy's promptness and diligent list writing.
Brother had a wedding a few months ago as well.  That was a nice celebration and mini-vacation for the entire family.  It went off without a hitch and Simon was the best man.

There isn't a whole lot more to report on, I believe that we have had an entire week since January 1st without a runny nose or cough, on the boy or mommy end of things.

Spring is coming, it must be coming.  We're ready for it to get here.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I have been knitting, I promise.

The knitting realm hasn't been my friend lately.  Between necessary work to complete,  trying to get through an online continuing education course that puts me to sleep and simply beginning to feel more my age than ever before, I haven't been knitting by my old standards.  It's disappointing because I still have the same excitement to cast on new projects at the old rapid pace, yarn still calls my name from the depths of my computer and well you understand.  To be honest everything physical around me is being neglected lately, the house needs my attention, a need to exercise is obvious, and I've come to a complete standstill with my ability to come up with exciting ideas for dinner.  But something has dawned on me this weekend.  I have been knitting.  There are two completely knit small boy sweaters needs to be sewn up.  They are folder very nicely waiting my attention, plus there is a knit lace shawl awaiting blocking.  I have been knitting - just not finishing.  Side note:  the sweaters are two sizes bigger than Mr. S, so the urgency to complete them isn't going to hit for a bit.

For another soap box moment, I have been knitting since 1995.  I basically ran to my mother after my first professional teacher workshop day because I couldn't sit still and begged her to teach me so I wouldn't lose my job based on bad behavior.  She was patient that weekend and taught me knitting and purling and sent me on my way.  I ran to a yarn shop and bought enough yarn to make a sweater, (why start small?) and went from there.  Until yesterday I had never knit a dishcloth.  I decided that we needed a new one and bit the bullet and started.  I have to admit that that "little" project had me completely confused in a way I have not been in years of knitting.  A simple dishcloth kicked my butt.  It's finished now,  and the reports from the kitchen are........ and I must agree,  it's as big as a baby blanket when wet.  I have basically knit a dish towel. Ugghhhh!