(Or more commonly known as ACK!)
Yes, I'm afraid it's true. As the earth completes another go-around of the sun and I inch (if only) towards decrepitude, I have found that I am afflicted with Advanced Age Obsessive Compulsive Knitting Disorder. I'm sure you already knew that, but I am slow on the upswing.
I stumbled upon a pattern for a catnip mouse toy and....have made about 20. I even tried to refocus by starting on a pair of socks. I made it to the heel, then knit two more cat toys. Good gawd. I will say they are Slimmie and Sadie Mae approved (a friend's lovely cat), so it's easy to justify the knitting of them. Unfortunately, I only have one cat and I have made them for every cat I know. If you all have a cat that is partial to catnip, send me an email. I will be obsessing on these for a while. Until the next shiny object comes along.
Winter was rather late in arriving, but it's making up for lost time. We have had rain and fog, now snow and ice. There have been some spectacular sunsets (no filters, honestly.)
This morning, I have watched the temperature fall from 6 degrees F, to - presently - 1 degree F. They are predicting freezing rain tomorrow, which is just peachy, as I have to drive to the city to pick up a friend at the airport and then transport her to VT. It's a good thing I learned to drive on the south shore of Lake Erie. I am fairly adept at wintering on the road.
I am embracing the cold with a song in my heart because....
Is this not the most beautiful lap blanket EVER??? I tell you, besides the outstanding skill of the creator of this gem, the colors are fabulous. I dare you to not have your spirits lifted at the mere sight of it! Sam, you are such a dear. I love it to death and refuse to share it with any of the kids.
Some randomness from the past few weeks:
Linden is going to his new home (fingers crossed) early Tuesday morning. The fellow that shears my sheep is going to foster him with his little flock until he either finds a new home or passes to the rainbow fields. I am so happy for him. And it will be way better for his waistline, as I have been doling out a steady supply of guilt grahams.
The kids got some fantastic gifties from their Auntie C. Peanut got quite possessive with the stuffie skunk and I had to pull out the back-up skunk to keep peace on the homestead.
|ALL the toys are HIS|