Unraveled Wednesday – waiting rooms


Hospital waiting rooms unravel me every time.  Why do they make you arrive two hours prior to surgery?  I was up at 3:30 am to make the drive to dad’s so we could get to the hospital by 5:30 am and he could have surgery at 7:45am.  I had a few hours to knit but after just 30 minutes, I was too bleary eyed to continue.  Fortunately surgery went well and I was able to get home in time for a little nap before going to thre grocery store and making dinner.

My reading is the same but I am contemplating this book and event.  Life has been pretty chaotic lately and I am hesitant to make too many plans too far in advance but maybe.

I am really enjoying the Bousta Beanie hat but I have another project on the needles that is not really working so it may get unraveled this weekend.   I am working very hard to hold my creative activities loosely.  Time is too precious to give it away to projects that don’t bring joy.

Thanks to Kat for her Unraveled Wednesdays link up.

Unraveling – a slow week


First week after spring break is always hard.  Just when I get into the pattern of lazy mornings and creative days, I have to turn it around and get back on the work week schedule.  I did finish the first clue on my Coddiwomple.  Of course the third clue is out – did I mention that I am rubbish at keeping up with knit alongs?  I do love this yarn and there are only 75 stitches on the n does so the rows add up quickly enough.

I am listening to The Nix and finding this to be a very entertaining book.  I am also re-reading the third part of Scouting the Divine to be ready for study group next week.  

Our weather has been up and down, huge rain squalls and then blinding sunshine.  I have been walking on a hilly trail or doing yoga but I am anxious to get back to running.  My daughter and I are signed up for a 10k in June so we need to get back into that routine. 

Thanks to Kat for hosting Unraveled Wednesdays.  Off for that second Cuppa and some breakfast.

Think Write Thursday – a treehouse


“The perch in the maple tree was Betsy’s private office. Here she thought out stories and poems and wrote them down. Here she kept what she had written in the cigar box”.  (from Betsy and Tacey Go Downtown)

I never had a tree house.  I grew up in Arizona and we didn’t even have the kind of trees that you could climb.  But I have never forgotten this scene from one of the Betsy and Tacy books and I always wanted a spot in a tree where I could get away from my brothers with my cigar box filled with writing supples.  I would want my tree house to be deep enough in the woods to keep out the hustle bustle of the world.  A comfy couch with pillows and quilts, windows to let in the light and the sound of the birds singing, a pile of books, a basket of knitting or stitching projects, and space to roll out my yoga mat.  No TV or internet but a coffee maker would be lovely.

I don’t imagine a tree house is in my future but I do think I will head to my sewing room later today so I can curl up on my comfy chair with that cup of coffee and a good book.

Thanks to Carole and Kat for a fun prompt.

***the photo above was taken on a trip to John Muir Woods in Northern California.