I have my bag all set to travel with me to work and play. New size 3 needles, a ball of sock yarn, my book. Everything is all, literally, at my fingertips to be in my hands.
Why can't I seem to get this first sock going then? I have ripped out the first two rows twice now because I cannot get 52 stitches to make an even 2x2 ribbing. I cannot pick up my project at work during my lunch time because I am either eating at my desk and knitting there seems, well, not quite appropriate and then my only other recourse is the cafeteria. Nuh-uh. I cannot settle down in this new space of mine yet. It isn't quite home to me, although I love it more than my previous place with its larger, colourful rooms. Knitting doesn't seem to be a top priority at night when there are still bins to unpack and lunches to make. The flow isn't quite there in my Life--and therefore, the flow isn't happening in my projects.
I guess this happens to everyone, right? I mean, I know it won't last forever. However, a little reassurance and inspiriation would be helpful.
No, but it seems these two think that statue is their mama. Obviously they get their legs from their father.
When the kids and I went to the park for the first time last week, there was only one bird at the base of the statue. He (or she) was completely still for so long, I originally thought it was two statues, but then it would move its head every so often and look up at the tall bird like it was thinking, "Can we go get some McDonald's now?"
Like any other child on the planet.
So, the kids played for a while, and I made some slow progression on my glove. I actually took a picture, but realized that those few rounds look so pathetic lying in my lap that I cannot even show it to you.No really. Once I am further along. Or have something else to show you. Or you completely forget about it.
However, I am happy to show you some more birds. The niblets were desperate to feed the ducks this time, and I must admit it is almost meditative for me. We like ducks. Many people do--and many tell you that they are filthy birds that foul (ahem) small waters when they stay past any regular migration patterns because they are fed by nurture, not nature, ways.
But geez, how can you not throw breadcrumbs to them? I have done it since I was a kid. It was one of my favourite things to do as a child. It was part of my Sunday ritual with my grandfather: get the Sunday paper at the news shop, go to the elementary school where he worked as a custodian, visit my aunt, then over to the local Stewart's for some day old bread and end at the pond where it seemed hundreds of ducks were. This ended after my teens, and then ended for real when the people who eventually owned the property had the city bar anyone from feeding the ducks cause they were destroying the natural ecosystem of the water.
But, even now, if I head down that street so many years later, there are still ducks there. You know someone's sneaking over before the morning paper is delivered to throw a few handfuls to them.
A family in Florida just had sextuplets over the weekend. I think that is more than enough labor for a lifetime. Two was more than enough for me.
And, with today being a work-and-school day off for the three of us, I am ready to get us down to the local park to have them run off some of their energy and hopefully regain some of mine. Getting hit with some emotional and physical trauma over the weekend-I am on the upswing--I need some exposure to nature to recharge. And some knitting.
This is one of a pair that I have been working on since spring. My plan for finishing class projects was rudely interrupted by a new job, moving and a ash of procrastination. However, this has been my "port-a-project". One that I could bring to doctor appointments, lunchtime at work, church, and always put it down and pick it up without worrying where I was in the pattern.
I would like to eventually progress to carrying around my attempt at socks, so I would like to get ONE project finished! So, this comes with me to enjoy the fresh air and the ducks.