OTL: Out to Lunch. That's pretty much where I've been. I've been wanting to blog to explain it, but I'm not sure I totally understand it myself. Sure, life is sheer madness, but that's nothing new. My job just keeps getting more overwhelming. I'm keeping my head above water, and things will be fine in the long run, but this first year has been intense.
That doesn't explain why I don't run home and blog. I suppose the two kids at two different schools and inadequate child care coverage does, but after dinner Rhys puts the kids to bed and I light a fire and watch TV and do the crossword. I do low-cognitive-demand knitting. Sometimes I fold laundry. I clean the kitchen despite my strong desire to sit on my ass. After that, the ass-sitting force is pretty much irresistable (hey, some force has got to be strong with me).
The computer is right there, less accessible than before but hardly difficult to get my hands on. I look at my knitting and think about photographing it for the blog, think about telling you about it, but friends, I'm bored just thinking about that, so I can scarcely imagine how bored you'd be. Plus, don't tell, but I don't really feel like there's much chance of me finishing anything but socks, so why blog about it like there's going to be a sweater at the end? Hmm?
I almost never spin anymore, which is really sad. Must do something about that. Really. First order of business would be to get my wheel back from Marcy, whose fault it really isn't that she still has it--I've been impossible to schedule with. At this point she probably has two of them. I even own another wheel that's living with Sara, making her alarmingly productive, that I've never even seen. Perhaps my mojo will return when the wheels do. I'm not holding my breath, though.
Henry has finally started school. He LOVES it. Their god(dess)parents came over last weekend and Henry sat down to bring them up to date: "I have to tell you something. I lost my old school, but now I have a new school and it's called Washington Street* and I LOVE it" (*not its real name). It's all true. He has friends, he loves his teachers, he's proud of himself, and though things at home are still often hard, he's doing great.
So while work feels out of control and knitting feels insurmountable and it's that February time and life feels harder than it should, things are good.
And someday I'll photograph some knitting. I'm just not making any promises anymore.