The other night I had a strange dream. I heard a rhythmic buzzing noise, but I couldn’t locate its source. No one else seemed to hear it. I couldn’t block out the sound. It persisted in my head, driving me mad. I screamed at the other people in my dream.
I woke up. E was snoring.
The weather has been mild and warm for this time of year. E has cut back the roses and cleaned up the garden so that it looks ever so much better.
I updated the knitting section. I’ve been making solid progress on the one sweater that has taken me a year to knit: the fabulous Paprika Half-Aran. Now it’s straight sailing to the end.
I’ve toyed with the idea of a knitting blog. Semaphoria, who is simultaneously geekier and cooler than me, has her Gnit (the “g” is silent). But I don’t knit constantly on new and interesting things to make a blog worth reading. I tend to plod along with projects until they finish. Sometimes I will have upwards of 5 projects on the needles, but generally it’s one stay-at-home project that has grown to large to schlep around and one boring little carry-with project.
I am amused at all the knitting blogs out there. Knitting has been the fashionable hobby for a few years now. I’ve been knitting long enough to see it go through a couple cycles of popularity. In time, knitting will be blasé and people will turn to quilting or tatting or cross-stitch. And I’ll keep knitting.