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In spite of it being my favorite month, October brought a little derailment,
but the difference this time was having the ability to recognize it happening,
and choosing to wade through the muck of it,
and knowing that the track is still there, with a whole bunch of trains, coming and going.
I do love October, I'm sorry to see it go.
A Moonrover roving fractally spun.
I split it down the middle lengthwise and spun it end to end (the top bobbin). The other strip was divided into six skinny lengths and spun (bottom bobbin). Finally, the two were plied together.
I'm happy with the result (though I still need a tighter twist in my plying). I love the concept of fractal, that it is nature's math, not to mention my love of all things autumny.
Things are the usual busy- some substituting, some volunteering at Moon's school. Enjoying the relaxation that comes from not being the one who organizes or plans.
I am....you are...it is...I've had...we have...more than...
(Whatever you need-want-wish it to mean.)
I'm working with the Iowa fabrics again.
Making connections, because, like it or not, everything is.
And really liking that there are so many choices as to what that can look like.
I am feeling very undefined these days.
And I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I think I'm o.k. with it.
(And I'm not sure how I feel about that.)
Thinner and dirty, but back! We worried she wouldn't want to be here, but it's been quite the opposite. She ran around checking out the whole house, perched on her window pillows, and insisted on being pet by everyone, constantly. She slept on my feet the whole night, and is following me around the house. And so much purring! She was never this friendly before, I wonder what she went through down there in the woods?
There was an amazing bunch of serendipity that brought us back together, including the fact that the man who caught her only put signs up on the street below (which we would never have seen), told his neighbor, who remembered running into K and the boys out looking for her last June, and remembered that they were all wearing baseball shirts, so went looking for a house that might have baseball lovers in it. I don't know if it was the clutter on the porch or karma, but he put up two posters on the poles closest to our house. We have some thank you cookies to bake! And thank you all for your kind thoughts around our kitty story.
Twinkle. It's been more than three months since her last sighting. We've all missed her so. In the last couple of months the boys have been begging to get a kitten. They (we) have missed having a cozy creature in the house. I put them off, hoping that when winter came she might come back, pushing aside fears of her being done in by the raccoons, rats, coyotes in the area. Not knowing whether to grieve or hope, and feeling very disloyal to her for contemplating bringing in someone new. Then I began dreaming of kittens, and thought it might be a sign that I needed to let go.
Today, walking Moon home from the bus stop, we stopped to pet a friendly cat. Moon asked him, "Have you seen Twinkle?", as he always does to any neighborhood cat.
Walking on he asked, "Can we please get another cat?"
"Alright."
"We should go to a shelter to find one."
"Alright, I'll look into it."
And then . . . Moon shouted "LOOK!", pointing at the telephone pole.
It's her! She's been in the neighborhood this whole time! She's at a shelter, they were closed today. We've been to the store to buy food, litter, new toys. We are setting up all of her favorite spots, the food tray, her pillows by the window, covering the end of the couch she likes to scratch. We'll go get her tomorrow! Oh, I hope she wants to come home. Twinkle!
We are spinning with busyness.
Going away for a few days.
Hope your weekend is woven with all that you need.
I'm taking a break from the round and round of the vest and the blanket (although I did go around the park again today, and no, I didn't like it any better this time).
Last weekend there was a play date with the dye pots . . . walnuts and black beans. Without rhyme or reason, I couldn't even tell you which piece came out of what.
It matches the sky and feels like a sandwich.
It's good to be wandering in a small space again.
This morning there was a walk around the the loop by the lake- an effort to exercise. I hate exercising. There was self-talk for the first mile, "Don't turn back, just make it to that tree, garbage can, curve, etc...." Then once past the half way mark there was nothing to do but finish. I chattered in my head- trying to make sense of a recent conversation about accepting that it's not that some people "won't", it's just that they "can't". I am having a very hard time wrapping my head around that one. Then there was the competitive stretch- choosing a person far ahead and seeing how fast I could pass him by. Finally, I found myself making stitches in my mind, trying to stitch a faster and faster rhythm for my feet.
And, I swear, no matter how much I knit on this vest, it won't get any longer.
Round and round.
