Tuesday, January 09, 2007

spinning out

I am in deep denial that my winter vacation's almost petered out. One thing about having 10 days of guest, is that you don't get much done, and it was a vacation that I was supposed to use to get my life back in order. Is that a fondly harbored fantasy or what? Hehhhh....

But this morning I did deep clean my bathroom, and re-organize my altar/shrine in the bedroom. I did a tarot reading for myself, and without going into too much detail, the cards look good, optimistic, in the clarity-creativity-fun realm. Always good news. I seldom do full-on readings for myself, as I think too much of a good thing can lead to analysis paralysis. I try to draw a card a day, though, if only to keep me reading the cards.

I am reading an outstanding book, Stephen King's latest novel, "Lisey's Story", which is kind of a departure for him; the story of a widow, a marriage, the way one spouse carries another in their consciousness. Of course it's a little scary, supernatural, of course there's King's inventiveness with language and funky way of weaving a story in and around and through itself until you have to put the book down and do some digesting, some recapping to understand what's going on there. But he breaks the novel down into little vignettes within chapters, within books, so it lends itself to re-reading and that digestive process. I'm thoroughly enjoying it, it's delicious in the way that "The Dead Zone" and "Salem's Lot" were, rather than the toil of "The Stand" and that whole "Dark Tower" series. Which I liked, by the way, it just was more work, whereas the two former books just grabbed me by the hand and dragged me down their totally weird paths. I go for years without reading King, but then occasionally I feel the need to re-visit Castle Rock. P boastfully claims to never have read even one page of one book of his. I find that hard to believe, and wonder how one gets through high school, college, the Peace Corps, field work in the jungle and dozens of overseas youth hostels, bush taxi rides, and gritty backpacker hotels without succumbing to his creepy charms?

I have been doing a wee bit of spinning, thanks to Opal's assistance and tutelage. Here is a shot of my first spun and plied yarn, about 35 yards of Corriedale (the white) and gorgeous blue roving, spun up into this thick and thin yarn. No plans for it, but it pleases me, nevertheless.

3 comments:

Stephanie said...

I thoroughly enjoyed Lisey's Story. I'm not ashamed to admit that I love Stephen King, and have read everything he's written. At present, I'm re-reading Night Shift, and think I'll revisit Salem's Lot, next.

Acornbud said...

Hope you see you tomorrow night. Your Knitpicks is in. I'll bring in case.

Reya Mellicker said...

I think the idea of getting one's life in order is highly overrated. On "vacation" I believe what you're supposed to do is relax and have fun. I think you triumphed in those areas! A clean bathroom is the best way to stave off chaos. I salute you!