Early morning complaining
I was just thinking this AM that perhaps the yarn harlot is not so fun any more, that she is too into knitting (never mind that that is her livelihood and passion, God forgive her) and getting dull. Then I logged in and thought, oh just one more time and if it's not good then, well, maybe I'll move on.
Read it if you haven't. She's back in the game.
I'm facing a day packed with activity that I don't want to do. A birthday brunch for my boss with the women from work, followed by lunch with Ilsa, followed by a hike with Elizabeth, no doubt followed by time with Tony who of course is coming up last and will get the least of me. Meanwhile at home a quilt is softly crying out to be put together, and a couple other ideas are clamoring for attention. Clamor all they want, I fear they will have to wait today because by the time the festivities all die down, I will be ready for sleep or sloth, or one followed by the other (in reverse order, of course). Oh, and there are the blessed dogs to walk also, which I am about to do now as they keep staring at me beseechingly, Sawyer laying his head ever so gently on my knee as I write and gazing up at me with big brown eyes that look ever so slightly sad that I would find tapping on the computer more interesting that running about the fields with him.
More later. There is still exciting news about the bird who is building her nest outside my front door, the assemblage I finished yesterday, and other fun.
Read it if you haven't. She's back in the game.
I'm facing a day packed with activity that I don't want to do. A birthday brunch for my boss with the women from work, followed by lunch with Ilsa, followed by a hike with Elizabeth, no doubt followed by time with Tony who of course is coming up last and will get the least of me. Meanwhile at home a quilt is softly crying out to be put together, and a couple other ideas are clamoring for attention. Clamor all they want, I fear they will have to wait today because by the time the festivities all die down, I will be ready for sleep or sloth, or one followed by the other (in reverse order, of course). Oh, and there are the blessed dogs to walk also, which I am about to do now as they keep staring at me beseechingly, Sawyer laying his head ever so gently on my knee as I write and gazing up at me with big brown eyes that look ever so slightly sad that I would find tapping on the computer more interesting that running about the fields with him.
More later. There is still exciting news about the bird who is building her nest outside my front door, the assemblage I finished yesterday, and other fun.