So what we have today is sad kittehs who are missing their kids. I can tell they're sad because they cry all day and because Meredith is not trying to bite 'Stache in the neck. This is big.
Right about know, you're probably wondering where the knitting content is. Well, I finished sock #1 of the socks I didn't show you last week, and knitted a few rows on the Honeybee, and that's about it. The Honeybee looks virtually the same, and while the sock is awesome, it's a gift, and pictures will wait. (Unless you're on Ravelry ~ the recipient is not, so it's on my project page. I tried a new type heel on this one, and it's really cool; the Germans are brilliant with socks.)
Yesterday morning, I watched my kids get into a Ford pick-up truck and head east. It's That Boy's big adventure with Ms. Thang along for moral and driving support. He's decided to move back to Maryland. I don't necessarily get the Maryland part (and neither does mom or most of his friends here), but I get the need to go. He's ready to not live in my back pocket, and I respect that. I may live next door to mom now, but I left here in February of 1984 and didn't come back for good until July of 2004. That's more than 20 years, and that's how long it took me to be ready to be here.
Lest you worry that I'm just sitting around crying and drinking, let me put your mind at rest. I'm not. I'll cry at movies, TV (even commercials sometimes), during books, and occasionally watching YouTube videos, but when it comes to actual personal things that are important to me, there are no tears. Not since the father of my children decided he didn't want to be married to me anymore have I cried about shitty things in my own life. I'm thinking there's a psychological name/reason for that condition, but I'm not overly concerned right now. I'd rather cry at the little things of no import than fall to pieces about things that matter.
(I'm not drinking because I'm working and getting up early in the morning, and have no desire to be hungover at this point in my life; I may drink when it's my weekend, or I may not).
Next week's knitting blog should have more knitting content (one would hope since it's Friday knitting blog); at this point, they've been gone less than 36 hours, and I'm thinking that knitting will jump into my hands tomorrow. Or maybe when I walk away from the computer after I post this. Time will tell.
P.S. I still think I have a legitimate shot at finishing the sweater by the end of this month. I still have 10 days.
1 comment:
Oooh. I like the yarn you're using for the Sooooper Seeeeekrit Socks. And the heel looks great!
{{{hugs}}} about your Boy moving all the way to Maryland. I had to move away from my mom for a while, too. And now I'm living with her again! LOL It really is a cycle, and that step away is important in growing up.
Okay, enough sappy preaching from The Childless One. LOL.
Off to work on the Blanket I'm hoping to have done by Christmas. *insert hysterical laughter here* No, really! I am!
Lynda the Guppy
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