on the same three days
for..um...22 years? 23? More?
Long enough that
though I know we first shed our shoes,
for a block or so,
the doing is just...what we do.
that though I am trying to buy the odd skein these days
(there is such beautiful wool in the world, it's hard to resist),
yarn, to me, means handspun.
for decades now -- and I don't see that changing any time soon either.
I've got to be super careful about introducing new things
(blogging, for instance),
because once I've carved out some dedicated time,
and trained myself for a bit,
I can't not,
and the days are a little shorter,
the weeks packed just a tiny bit tighter.
even a somewhat fluid one,
provides underlying balance,
so the things I want to do,
generally get done
and it feels good.
that bums me out.
And if I'm living on lists --
It could be time for a major reassessment.
On the other hand,
Knit something easy, listen to an audiobook (yet another Jane Austen knockoff),