Moving Time
Not me. Just the blog...I've maintained two of these beasts for a while now, so everything is migrated to Livejournal, where I am, totally unsurprsingly, cowgirlknits.
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A rambling account of a city girl, knitter, crocheter, spinner, oh, yes, and cowgirl-in-training.
Not me. Just the blog...I've maintained two of these beasts for a while now, so everything is migrated to Livejournal, where I am, totally unsurprsingly, cowgirlknits.
The yarn is Knitpicks Wool of the Andes in Evergreen, an in person, its quite a bit darker green than this, but its a picture! Of knitting! That I finished! Aren't ya proud of me?
I have to take some pictures - I have been informed that 'proper blogs' have pictures. Yeah, cuz I am so very into social conventions and the following thereof. ;) Seriously....
The title is only because a song has been running through my head for a week - despite not having actually heard it in over a decade. And because I could think of no appropriate title. Perhaps one will come to me, and this whole paragraph will have to be deleted. Perhaps not.
With apologies to Mr. Heinlein...
So last week, it was 105 degrees Fahrenheit up here in the Great Hot North of California. This week, it is 65 degrees Fahrenheit, and the sky looks like something out of 'Something Wicked this Way Comes'. And so Fall begins in earnest. I have spent the better parts of the last few days in a daydreamy, whimsical, wanderlusty state as my favorite season has descended rather abruptly into my little corner of the world.
It occurred to me that you all might be wondering what became of that almost-year. So, some highlights:
That's it. Really, not much to report in a whole 11 months....there was more, of course, but it was mostly boring and involved work, and ranch work, and work. My brother and his wife visit often now that he is no longer ignoring us, and he has turned out to be not as much of a jerk. This is also a good thing, but not entirely worthy for blog fodder. ;)
Do comment so I know I'm not talking to myself, too. Not that I mind talking to myself, heh.