Happy Spring

Another day in the yard. I'm moving rocks to cover a weedy area. A sweet little pond went in last week. I know, I know it's rough but I'm gettign there. There will loads of pretties around it and you won't even notice how rudimetary it is.

Today I must put in radishes, beets, turnips and bright lights chard. And, MY LETTUCES ARE UP ALREADY!!

My only problem is that all the gardening makes my hands too too gnarly for any knitting. I'm working on the Lizard Ridge aghan from knitty and my poor little fingers keep catching on the wool. Oh well. Lace will definitely have to weight for a time when I've not got my hands in the dirt.

Tuk and I are worn out from a lovely time in the desert over the holiday weekend. Here's the doggely being a couch potato.

The sun has now come up over the house and it's not too chilly to be outside. Time to dig dig dig. Oh and lookie! There be daffodils!

Hallelujah, and happy spring!

The Ah-Hah Moment

I have a new computer. The old one crashed and I had to to take everything, EVERYTHING, off of it and transfer it to the new. I hate this sort of thing. I'm terribly inept at learning computer stuff. I like to have things working when I sit down. If something is going wrong I like to think that I know how to fix it. If I don't.... well things can get ugy.

I didn't have access to my file of pictures, and I hadn't set up the camera-to-computer thing for the pictures sitting in my camera. It was new, and challenging. I wasn't ready for the change. So I am a computer chicken #$%^*. Then the light went on, and now I can continue my blogging with lovely pictures.

Here is my Wool Peddler's shawl from Cheryl Oberle's Folk Shawls. The yarn is from Otterness Alpacas. I finished this weeks ago, and thought that I might sell it. But then I spent a week with the dread ghombu, and this shawl became my friend. The warm, soft alpaca was just the ticket for flu-based aches and chills. I even slept with it on.

I'm feeling bettah now.

I will have to put lace knitting on the back burner for spring and summer. My hands are ravished by gardening and digging. My couch knitting, (when I can manage after a day in the garden) is the lovely Lizard Ridge Aghan from knitty. Pictures to come, indeed.

A headache, and the Loveseat

I have a gnarly headache this morning. Let me be more to the point; I'm horribly hung over.

I'm not young any more. I should have just stuck to the Irish, but I have some younger friends. They like to drink these new-fangled drinks; liquor and something that kept me up all night. And now I have a headache. Oi.

So I'm here on the couch. It seems safe enough. I'm so glad that I cleaned the house yesterday, because I couldn't justify hanging out on the couch if'n the house were messy-at least from this vantage point, anyway. The kitchen will have to wait. I don't see it now.

As I was saying..... I'm here on the couch. It wasn't like an epiphany or anything, but I was feeling a little guilty because my mother was looking like she wanted to sit down. I'm not tall, and the couch is long enough for me to stretch out and the Tukster has room at my feet. Tuk is wandering around, looking for a cat to harass. There was room to sit down. Maybe mom didn't want to sit at my feet.

Mom is looking at the loveseat as an option. There is no room on the loveseat. It is covered with knitting projects; lovely squares of "The Lizard Ridge" afghan, my nephew's sweater-green and cable-y , the bright new sock and a bag of lace (which I lovingly took from it's hiding place yesterday). It all looks so pretty with the sunrise (oh golly, it's getting bright and it hurts my eyes-gollum gollum), all colorful and basketed. It's neatly placed, all those pretty knitting things, but there it is, taking up the entire loveseat.

Mom picks up one of the projects, as if to inspect it, but really to see if she can make a spot in which to sit.

"You have a lot going here, are you going to be okay? Do you want some coffee?" She replaces the knitting and gives up her notion for a seat.

"Ugh", I reply, and pull the couch quilt over my head.

I need to sleep now. I'll turn off the phone, and burrow down under the crocheted blankie, and turn my back on the not-so-great-outside-I'd-rather-be-knitting-than-this-#$%^%^&- day.

Oh, my aching head. I will clear off the loveseat tomorrow.