Here's a little peek at something I decided to do with those balls o' Koigu. Gets me off the hook for making socks, and since that Koigu's already shared its feelings with me about socks, I figured we'd try something else.
But this isn't really my knitting focus these days - that'd be the Minimalist Cardigan, which is actually making progress, thanks to ongoing Battlestar Galactica watching and the heartbreaking season finale of "The Tudors". All's I can say about "The Tudors" is that Jane Seymour is in waaay over her head. sigh.
Yes, my friends, school hath ended, and I am pretty much done with the work to be done on-site for the moment. But since I am changing grade levels, and the school is radically changing the way reading and writing instruction is done, it's more or less a working vacation for me. Not really a problem, or it wouldn't be if we didn't already have just a 6-week summer. ugh. So I've got a healthy stack of curriculum maps, teacher's editions and articles to read, and planning dates set up with my new pseudo-teammates. I say pseudo, because I'm under no impression that we are a functional teaching team, but being at adjacent grade levels requires some planning and coordination. meh...
Thanks, from the bottom of my heart, to all well-wishers and commenters for my dad's health. He's doing well in rehab, right now, and I will be going to Virginia on June 23, to stay for a couple of weeks to hang and have family time, and to possibly, just maybe, stop my mom from firing up the riding mower for a couple of weeks. My mom is ON IT with the yard maintenance, apparently. She's a scream, but really, what business has a 70 year old got riding around on an acre of land on the John Deere? Or whatever little tractor-ette they have now... I should be grateful for her friskiness, and hope I am so vigorous at that age. Anyway, all Salem-Roanoke knitters, be advised; I'll be around til July 7, or so, and will diligently attend any knitting events, cafe klatches or other such crafty ventures you have going on at the time. Hopefully my sister will know your schedule, otherwise, drop a note in the comments for me to find.
I'm tired. Too much to do, and nothing really is an emergency anymore. Miss Akamai gave me a big pile o' pencil roving that I'm tempted to spin up, but the evil gremlin also brought back an unbelievable array of spindles from MS&W-fest, and so has infected me with this perception that I can no longer spin without a new spindle. I'm telling you, there's not a damn thing wrong with my current spindle! Pah! Still, it was nice to admire her pretties, and I think I may get to spindling again this weekend, just to celebrate the summer.
But right now, I have to take some furry friends out in the developing drizzle and run them ragged.
6 comments:
first Thursday meeting on the 3rd, any time you want to hang at my house ... and we'll just make up some other gatherings simply because you'll be here. You like sheep? We'll go knit in the pasture with sheep while you're here. They seems to find it ironic.
Six week summer? Tragic.
You know you want a new spindle. You know you do.
Aah, spindle envy...it's insidious and pervasive.
Ride, mama, ride! Hope she is fenced in so she can't get away:)
Lovely. It looks like a flower garden.
I agree..you need another spindle.
My pride and joy is a koa one. I really do need to learn to spin better on it.
And why shouldn't you have a new spindle? I'm in LOVE with mine! Go on, live a little!
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