First it was the weather, raining raining raining last month, drowning my yard.
Then it was work, of which I shall not complain, but I went from nothing to three jobs (more really, but only three are paid) in a week. Work is good, I keep telling myself. Work is money.
Unfortunately, there is nothing interesting to write here about my job, which is freelance writing and editing and even if I would, I can’t because of the contracts, but trust me. I work on reference volumes and they serve a purpose but it is not to entertain.
The rain kept me from doing much gardening, although it did not stop me altogether because at some point, turns out, even I am desperate enough to garden in a light drizzle.
The baby has kept me from doing much knitting but the good news is that I finished the first Zauberball sock, started the second and, according to the kitchen scale, I have enough yarn to finish the pair. Fingers crossed for no more knots!
But nothing stays the same forever. I am writing here today in the middle of a beautiful spring morning – having watered the young plants and taken photos of all the marvelous things that are growing this year – because Baby Elinor has learned, is learning, how to sleep on her own finally. For more than six weeks, we have held her while she napped because she would get cold and/or move her arms, startling herself awake. She has now doubled her birth weight and learned some coping/self-soothing mechanisms so nap time is more restful for us all.
Meanwhile, I have lots of work to do so of course all this blogging, knitting, and gardening is on borrowed time.
Matt is bugging me for his Urban Aran Cardigan, aka the birthday sweater. Since it’s spring in Michigan that means our hot and humid summer will start any moment now. I swear he’s jealous every time he sees me knitting something other than his sweater. I tried to explain that the sweater is a lot of yarn to haul around and I still need the chart to check my progress… and I right now I only knit when we go out because then other people are playing with the baby while I knit furiously on the sidelines (at home, I am working while Matt watches baby)… he says he understands but… boys.
And the older child? He wants me to knit something for him too. I should grow a third arm.