Al gave me this awesome black kitty bag and Wandering Wool Yarn. Love them both. The wool is less orange and much more coral than the photo says. This man, my incredible son, went back to Mexico to finish his teaching term. I cried. Like. a. baby.
So to pull this post together…..which I do try folks, really I do. Sometimes my posts are cuckoo birds to follow. I’m a bit of a scatterbrain at times. Times when I am rushed mostly, and times when I’m bawling like a big baby about my great kids leaving after a holiday. Did I mention that?
Nancy (Wyoming Breezes) posted a prompt about goals for 2017. I haven’t set any in stone but this got the old noggin thinking. Since Yesterday I’ve pretty much changed them all but here goes in text:
*I’d like to get better at: saying see you soon to my grown children. I cried much of Monday and Pretty much all of Tuesday when they flew off. They only thing that saved me was going to Mary’s 90th Birthday party. Mary introduced me to a foursome of friends saying, ” We all figured last year we’d never see one another again. Yet, look, here we are to celebrate. ” and then she added , “We raised our babies together in Northbrook” . Bite lip, Kathy. Snap out of it Kathy. These ladies have seen a lot of life. Your babies are wonderful adults and you are so proud of them. Nice try. I just got in the car and cried more.
*I’d like to share: Better photos. I really have gotten kind of lazy with the whole photograph thing. You deserve better. I’m going to reread my Franklin Habits class notes that I took years ago at his class.
I’d really like to try: stand up paddle boarding. On quiet water. Near the shore. With a lifejacket on. Oh heck. This reminds me of my MEMORY making with Zach inLake Michigan. But Lake Geneva is a whole different little lake. I think I can try.
I’d like to learn how to: knit lace? Maybe? Al’s Christmas gift of yarn is so beautiful and is saying, hey, make something lace out of me. Wouldn’t it be cool if I could make friends with lace and……charts?
I want to read: The book on How to Hygge . 33 Ways to lead a happy, healthy and contented life through the Danish are of Hygge. Pronounce Hoo-gah. I keep reading it as Hegg ie. I don’t think I can make the swithc to Hoo-gah. Once I read a word in my mind it is way more difficult than it should be for me to really pronounce it well. I can read awhole book mispronouncing one word in my head. I plan to hunker down today. Let my swollen mother eye balls unswell. Knit on a shawl I just started with yarn from Fireman.
Oh wait! I forgot something on I’d like to learn: I want to learn to get the shows I like to watch on our Lake Geneva TV. I have lots of trouble with bandwidth here, but I have to find a way to watch Dr. Pol. I go into this little Dr. Pol coma of quiet when I watch that show. I have whole seasons of calf pulling and country farm life to catch up on.
(Is she ever going to finish this post, you ask? I have to vent friends. Its part of my recover after the grown children leave day. . After we have a week of fun. Of laughter. Of salsa dance lessons, of guitar music in the house as Zach plays, of Al and I trying to make gingerbread houses, and of sheer joy. I know I don’t want them living in my basement and behaving like children….see that’s the problem. They’ve grown up to be too fun)
Finally, I promise, finally today: I really need to: Find a knit group around here. I love the inspiration I get from a great shop and fun knitters being excited about the craft.
If you stayed with me the whole post, I love ya. If you emailed me to help me dry my eyes I can’t thank you enough. Now I’m off to clean this lovely house. Then I can hunker down, and knit with Christmas yarn.