Something
I need to post something, anything. I’m here, I’m knitting, sewing, doing laundry, counting down the days to the end of the school year with TR (and reminding him to study for finals), cooking, cleaning, feeding animals, etc., etc., etc. Life does tend to get in the way of life, doesn’t it?
I need to take photos of the felted bag, it’s beautiful. It skewed a bit sideways, and I’m not sure about lining it now, it seems like it would be awkward to cut the fabric right. It’s great as is, but I’m used to pockets. I’ll have to keep thinking on this one.
I have a pair of socks near completion, and I’m looking forward to wearing them. I need to make plans to go somewhere and see people this weekend so I can show off my feet. Everything else I’m knitting is in various stages of completion. At least I always have some project to grab that interests me at any given moment. I’ve taken the time to make three squares so far for Laura, and have more planned. I should mail what I have, since I get such a kick out of seeing her count go up.
TR told me today he finished the drivers manual and feels ready to take his written test now. I’m stalling him two and a half weeks until school is out, but that’s the best I can do. I’m frightened, not really of him driving because I’m sure he will be willing to go slow, be careful and learn it well. I’m frightened of time and the way it flys by.
It’s less than a month to SW’s birthday, and he will be thirteen. So will that make it official - two teenagers? In some ways he is much more mature than that, in others much less. He is an inch taller than me now - and I an most definitely not a short person. He’s just huge. But he’s still very much a child too, struggling with the angst of growing up. The other day he told me he just can’t deal with the stress of deciding on just a couple of things for his birthday gifts, then waiting a month to get them. I laugh, but I so sympathize, it’s tough being a kid.
RM is a regular monkey child, climbing everything whether it’s nailed down or not, and occasionally making me think she actually scales the walls. Today she climbed up on the desk and started in on the keyboard. She managed to execute a Google search for a random string of numbers, then print the results. I have no idea what combination of keystrokes will do that, but she managed it. I’ll have to get her to tell me when she learns to talk. Fortunately it was only two pages long so I didn’t have to scramble to shut down the printer. And she managed this in less time than it takes to pour a cup of coffee.
Life goes on……
