My words seem to dissolve before I can get them written. I think "Oh! I should really write about this." But when I sit before a keyboard, no words come to my mind. So please forgive the nearly a month that I have been away. I didn't realize that much time had passed.
My birthday has come and gone and I am now in the last year of my fifth decade. The Warrior and The Lost Child came to fix my breaks. Stormy took me to lunch. My work group gave me a nice gift basket with an Amazon gift certificate. I purchased a ball winder and a picture frame for the pretty card that they added.The Waif and The Arian came up the next week to take me to lunch and brought me a bouquet of fall flowers. My sister even called, then scolded me because I had answered while I was at work. Hmmm...she had to know that I was at work. I think she really just wanted to let me know that she remembered but didn't really want to talk. We do better with the idea of being sisters than we do with actually being them. But I was touched that she made the effort. Overall, I had a really nice day.
I didn't do much over Labor Day weekend but sit and knit. I finished knitting The Boss's doll sweater but forgot to take a picture of it before I sent it off. I have gotten pretty far with The Red Headed Wonder's sweater. I just need to finish the bottom ribbing and the other sleeve, then I can tie up the loose strings and get it to him. It is actually looking like it might be a sweater now. When I get through, I want to get The Waif's sweater done and make an ugly Christmas sweater out of the bright ombre that is on the ball winder above. I'm thinking, use the ombre as the body of a hooded cardigan with green sleeves and a red hood with a white pom-pom. What do you think, could it win a prize at a holiday party?
Speaking of knitting. I spent this past weekend going to the Georgia Fiber-Fest with The Lost Child. It was awesome. She wanted to go but usually isn't very good at festivals. She stands back and doesn't engage with anyone. The women at this festival not only got her talking, they were very encouraging to her. She really enjoyed learning to use a tapestry loom. Personally, I liked spinning. But the roving kept catching on my glove. All the yarn at the festival was home grown and spun and was understandably exorbitantly expensive. We couldn't afford any of it. But on the way home we stopped at Walmart so I could buy The Lost Child a circular needle and some yarn. I taught her to knit in the round. She's done okay with it.
The Warrior and I took a drive around the main base during the afternoon. I live there when I was six years old. It is the first neighborhood that I totally remember. The apartment that I lived in is still there, as is the first elementary school that I attended. It dawned on me as we were driving around that it's been 50 years and yet, I still remembered details, like the path that I took walking to school and my address. I can't tell you what I ate for lunch on Friday, but I certainly do remember specifics from my childhood. Memory is a funny thing.
