I’m in the throws of organizing my tax info, totaling up columns and hunting down receipts.
+ The government is going to give me money.
- I’m moderately disorganized.
+ My tax guy comes tomorrow to move along the process of the government giving me money.
- I’m still moderately disorganized.
Kids Luke’s age – which is three years old, as he’s apt to tell everybody within earshot – are fairly famous for discontinuous conversation nodes. You can be discussing lunch, a thirty-second silence ensues, and then he’s telling you about the elephant that wanted red pants and you’re struggling to catch up. Don’t bother trying to connect the dots from A to B, he’s already moved on to a monologue on lego architecture and he never looks back, darling. It distracts from the now.
Ania informed me yesterday that tonight there will be a full moon, and not only a full moon, but a blue moon at that, and apparently we haven’t had a blue moon on New Year’s Eve for nineteen years. So there.
That means that we’re starting off the year halfway through the lunar cycle. And empirically speaking, I suppose that would be half-full, not half-empty. How optimistic of us.
I wonder how often the moon gets a blue earth. Somebody do the math. I suppose it depends on where you’re standing. Doesn’t everything?
Socks are done. I’m back to knitting for me. Remember the porpoise? Well, turns out that wallabies are indeed faster than porpoises, so if you ever find yourself betting on some strange Wonderland caucas race, put your money on the macropod. But didn’t she do a nice job?
Last year, I learned to knit. In an effort to figure out this knitting thing and to clothe my family at the same time, I embarked upon The Great Christmas Scarf Project of 2008. I made scarves for the whole family. Lace scarves, cable scarves, drop stitch scarves, scarves of every shape and description. By the end, I felt like I had a pretty good handle on the basics.
December 21st 11:00 p.m.:
Shawn was making dinner and I was knitting my way through a difficult cable row at the kitchen table. Luke runs in, demanding my attention.
“Mommy, come see this!”
“I’ll be there in a little bit, honey,” I said with a cable needle clenched between my teeth. “When I’m finished knitting. I’m almost finished.”
Shawn laughs. “What?! You’re dying?!?”
“Very funny.”
As previously stated I’m a pod person. When I’m not chugging through audiobooks, I’ve got my podcasts to keep me company.
Halloween has come and gone. We set the clocks back and it’s time now to shovel the remains of shattered pumpkins into garbage cans and clean up spider webs, bake some pumpkin bread and hide the candy from the kid. But before I start in on all that, I thought I’d give you a recap on our holiday.
It’s getting to be that time of year again, so I’m back at the sewing machine. This year I’m going for sort of a wood sprite kind of thing, with the main piece being a corset/cincher made in tunisian crochet. The pattern calls for rigilene boning, which always sends a quiver down my spine, and I decided I was overdue for a rant on why people should never ever use that stuff to make a corset.
