Today the mailman has an exciting mission. He will bring me my new knitting needles and sock yarn. I hope he is up to the test – I’m going to be waiting out by the mailbox – or at least hanging out by the window to see him come. The poor man may actually have to walk the package back to the back porch through a bit of ice.
I’ve only been knitting for a year now. I’ve finished two sweaters – well at least 1 and 3/4. I’m still trying to seam up my Elizabeth cardigan. For some reason I thought it would be easy. I’d rather knit another one than seam this one up. Slowly I will finish it.
I have another pullover on my needles. It’s going to be a medium gray heather. I can’t say I’m nuts about the feel of the yarn. It’s very different from the merino or alpaca I’ve knit with previously. While knitting my fourth row last night I noticed that I can’t keep it all from getting twisted around – yes, I joined the stitches and they weren’t straight or something so I have to take it out and start again. I have the stitches cast back on.
I wonder about myself sometimes. Like why do I always have to do something new? I think it’s because I like the feeling of learning something – all the time. I get this feeling of “I can conquer that,” and it keeps me going. Doing the same old things over and over is just too boring for me. I crave the excitement of new peaks to climb – tee hee. Like I could climb a peak if I tried ………
I’m starting to get the urge to get back to sewing too. Not real strong yet. That last project with the silk velvet made me question my clothing plans. I need to want to wear something before I’m going to sew it. And since I don’t need anything at the moment except maybe a navy tee-shirt to wear with my Elizabeth cardigan …….. nothing is on the table.
Even though it is still cold – less cold than last week however – I am starting to feel spring. I’m making plans and feeling perkier. So much of this winter has been brutally hard. I have had to get out every couple of days to visit my husband in the nursing home and that has pretty much been the extent of my forays into the outside world. It’s not very inspiring although the only thing I can do for him now is go and visit him. I love seeing him and the joy I see on his face when he hears my voice around the corner. I keep in my mind that he is alone, although he is with a lot of other people, they aren’t us and therefore just going to see him brings him immense joy. So many times I question why this “rare” disease had to choose him. It’s hard watching him fail in bits and to think about how he was when he was younger. There’s nothing I can do about his disease so I just keep going to visit him to let him know how much I care about him.
So spring will come and this awful mess of dirty snow will finally melt. And I will attempt to make a new pair of socks and a new sweater and maybe do some sewing – and definitely some spring cleaning and life will go round and round as always …………..