Human origami, anklets and at least there's Spring inside.

I am slowly settling into my car.  Apparently, I have become my mother and am fighting change at every turn.  Good gawd.  I used to embrace change - demand change - create a change for change's sake.  Now I grumble and fret.  This needs to be addressed, toot sweet, as they say in Paree.

Basically, my car.

 Can I point out that there is a mere fraction of an inch between the pavement and the bottom of the car?  While this would have been a breeze when I was 30, I am now finding that I must fold my limbs in a complicated and death-defying manner in order to get into and out of my car.  Once I'm in, I'm fine.  No more worrying that the profile of my car will lend itself to being blown off the high, scary bridge.  As a plus, I am so low that I no longer need to look vaguely to the left or right so that I won't notice that I am three miles above the Hudson River in a speeding tin can, surrounded by lunatics.


I have also just realized how traumatized my Hyundai has left me.  I imagine dire sounds, worry that the wheels will come off when I go around a curve.  It's going to take time and deep breathing.


My sweater knitting was on hold for a bit.  It seems that, as soon as momentum has ceased, so does my focus.  All I had to do was a light steam blocking so I could start the sleeves.  That was weeks ago.  I finally forced myself to take the five minutes it took to steam it.  So now I'm a hand-wringing wreck of a procrastinator with creaky joints.  Lawsymercy.

While I was procrastinating, I knit up a pair of anklets for my youngest sis out of the yarn I had used on her (creep of a) boyfriend's socks.  (I hope your socks shrink.  You know who you are.)  Anyhow, she should enjoy them.  I believe I might knit up some more of these babies -  but with a little cuff instead of a roll (Rose City Rollers is the pattern, if interested).  However, they will have to wait until I finish the sweater.  Yes, I pulled up my BGPs and started the sleeves.


The weather is still below freezing at night, which is very frustrating, but still better than below 0.  It's been alternately windy, cloudy, foggy, rainy, cloudy.  Thank goodness one has seeds, right?  Even if this one has now set herself up for Tomatogeddon.  I started twenty tomato plants, conveniently forgetting that Marianne has started another 40 or so for me.  I guess I will have enough tomatoes this year.  I also started two kinds of kale - a brilliant blue and a Russian red.  My peppers, celery, celeriac and bibb lettuce seeds have germinated:

Such a lovely sight.

One type of pepper has yet to germinate as well as my marigolds.  I still have more to sow.  When the weather gets me down, I toddle back to the office/craft/greenhouse room and snort soil fumes.

Sorry for the blurry pic - top row is
first planting; second is tomatoes and
third is kale.

I also need to deal with my willow cuttings, which have gone crazy in their bucket.  Since the ground is still frozen and there is 'talk' of a colder-than-normal end of the month (just shoot me), I may have to put them in pots until I can safely put them in the ground.

Roots!

Starting to leaf and sprout little
catkin-thingies.

Last weekend (and, in my case, weekend means Sunday), I took the Plexiglas storm windows off the quail hutch and washed them (two eggs a day, so far!) but put them back on every night, gave the hutch a thorough cleaning and re-vowed to do this ever week, and swept off the deck.  While I was at it, I decided to check the grill - I wasn't too worried about mice, as I could still smell the moth balls - only to find that they had wedged in a condo and then had the bad manners to die on my grill pan.  It's a good thing I checked, as I have plans to lure my friends, Steve and Christina, to a deconstruction party, followed by BBQ and literary cocktails (Tequila Mockingbird, anyone?)  I have the box fan going under the house during the day - I'm trying to stave off mold! - and am slowly, but surely, checking things off my list.  It's such a big list....