5:20am, frantic chickens baw-gocking, bye-bye sleep, buh-bye. I used to leap heroically out of bed, robe in hand, racing to the rescue. Visions of soaring bald eagles, heading towards the highest pine with their feathery cache tight in their grasp. Now I know it's probably a small hawk circling above, or a crow, or maybe a butterfly. Possibly they wanted to inform the others of a pill bug on the patio and then forgot so they send out the call again, only to forget and again send out the call, only to forget... You get the picture.
Regardless, I'm up.
God has graciously granted me another day that my feet hit the floor.
Currently, surfing seems to satisfy. A quick check of fb re-assures that life really is pretty darn good.
Thoughts of fluffing house, feeding brood and sending them all off tower. Ridiculous blue sky with sun, yes sun, is calling my name. Garden in, a shady spot to watch the youngest romp seems the natural route for the day. To sit and knit. Ugh, knit.
When I started my latest project I was drawn to the beautiful lace and the simplicity. That evil, evil simplicity is what gets me every time. Straight knitting. Fifteen inches of sport weight, straight knitting. Will it ever end? I'm not that tall, I can make it shorter right? Am I really too old to wear a midrif? Straight knitting. I'd like to chime in here and say how I've been toiling for a month and not getting anywhere but it's only been an official week. That would be 2 days of employing my brain in lace and 5 turning it to jelly. Straight knitting. The goal is in sight with about 4 inches to go, another lace border caps it all off so cognizant functions should return. In the mean time I'll be searching out my sunbeam. If this is as hard as my day gets, than hens cluck away. My own are slowly emerging, so it begins.
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