Each night I knit a few rows before I turn in.  That's all I can do.  It took three nights to finish the collar.  Instead, it's been bows, and  arrangements, seasonal priorities.  As of last night, the knitting part of the Rhinebeck sweater is finally done. 

What's left?  Steaming  and checking everything before weaving in the few ends,  then sewing on the buttons.

This morning's truck was scheduled for 7.  By quarter of, we were dressed, coffee'd and had pretty well warmed up enough to be off loading the boxes of plants.  I sat down at my wheel to spin and watch for it to arrive.  Ten minutes.  The coopworth has been blended with a bit of colored merino.  Must have been the influence of all the red ribbon.  I felt like I wanted a tweed. 

left hand forward. 

Things I've been thinking about.. this week.

Around 5 am I woke up and found myself thinking about that missing blog post thought.  Turns out it had to do with the cold and how cold I was feeling that dark morning and eventually it led to wishing that I had worn an undershirt.  I love that they keep my lower back warm.  If my back is cold, I'm cold.  When I was a child we called them undershirts.  Later, as an adult, shopping for some for my grandmother, I found they were called 'ladies vests'.  Now, if I want one, I have to ask for a 'camisole', or 'cami'.  Some of the cotton ones are called 'wife beaters'.   Maybe it depends on where you live.  Probably, it has more to do with when.  Today is a good day for an undershirt.

This morning, when I looked at the clock to know that it was 5 am, I had to subtract 20 minutes to get the time.  C has this habit of setting the alarm, which is the one that lights up making it visible in the dark, 20 minutes later than the real time.  It makes me crazy.  If you know that it is 20 minutes off, what good is it.  He thinks it buys him more time.  I've set up my own little clock on my side of the bed with the real time. It doesn't light up in the dark.   Now that I think of it, I don't even think about subtracting 20 minutes.. even in my sleep. 

Again this morning, the news is all about the recession.  That is not news.  It is old news.  In my stack of mail that arrived yesterday, were 5 applications for credit cards.  FIVE!  Four of them were for a VISA card, all different banks.  No wonder they're in trouble.  That is not responsible lending.  What are we thinking giving them money??  Wait 'til the credit shit hits the fan… that'll be news!

The last of these little gems has to do with shoes.  For the last 12 weeks, that would be since I broke my foot and C. had his broken, shoes have been an issue.  I can finally fit into a number of mine.  He still can only wear sandals and his heavy winter pack boots.  Consequently, he is always mixing up pairs to be more comfortable.  This is what I picked up this morning.  No wonder he can't find a pair.

When I sat down to post, it was going to be all about my 10 minutes a day.  I've got pictures.. later. 

  and other chatter..

While driving into town Tuesday morning I planned the post I'd do for today.  It sounded good as I talked out loud to myself.  What did I know.  My brain was fuzzy and the beginning of a migraine was forming in the middle of my forehead.  Driving in the dark, it all sounded pretty clever.  Now, as I sit down to write it up, I haven't a clue as to what I was thinking.  I can't even remember the subject. 

What I do remember is the moon Monday evening as I drove home.  Hope you caught it.  On the news later, I heard it described as a smile or a frown, depending on where you viewed it.  I saw it hanging low in the sky, a bright crescent.  In my sky, below and to the side were the two planets, Venus and Jupiter, a cosmic frown against an orange and blue twilight.  I reached for my camera. No luck.  It had been left behind in my tool bag, riding home in another truck.  You can check out pictures and info on National Geographic's site.  Better yet, there is a slide here, with pictures from around the globe, planets and moon changing orientation with the viewing location.