-Okay. I felt soap. Not soup. Even after that was pointed out, it took me a while to see the difference between the words. My brain sees those two words very much the same. I don't know why. I have never washed with soup. I don't recall eating soap...
-Apollo is not my first kitty boy. Joe, the little black ‘scaredy-cat hobo kitty’ that came to live with us in
was a kitty boy. Also my first kitty ever, that I was given on my 9th (8th?) birthday, in Kentucky , Sugarboy, was a kitty boy. Greensburg
-I shared at my last spinning class the comment about making my yarn from scratch, and my class peeps wanted to know if my sister knitted…like that would perhaps explain her Philistine attitude.
Eight Seven Six days out from Christmas has me within one project of being knitted complete. Will I get that finished? I do not know, but it will be done shortly after the holidays for sure.
-Meanwhile, I have been spinning. I use the reasoning that I am avoiding repetitive stress injury.
-While I am looking forward to the holiday, I am looking more to the solstice and the turning point for the days to get longer. It has been very difficult for me this year to have it dark at 5PM, blooming holiday cacti or no.
-I am contemplating goals for next year. I am thinking maybe just making a list of those I didn’t meet this year, but that might be boring. (Suggestions? Knowing that I do not feel obligated to take any offered…)
-One might be getting back to regular posting...