Insidious

The smell of coffee in the morning is insidious. It wafts across the room and teases your nose. The aroma is so lovely that it almost makes up for the fact it is 0600 and I hadn’t planned on being up this early today. Yesterday? Yes I was awake early and made a run to Peet’s for a couple of lattes & dropped the second one off to Noah at work. But this morning – ah – I had thought to “sleep in”.

BTW – sleep in is probably 0630-0700 so I didn’t actually lose all that much sleep. As one of the “older’ generation there are more than the occasional night where I will make a middle of the night trip to the bathroom. If that trip is early enough, going back to sleep isn’t an issue. Later? Well… I can knit, read, stitch, listen to an audio book up in the craft room. Not wanting to wake George means that cleaning at that time of the night is out of the question.

Where was I? Oh, yes. Coffee and the fact that it was 0600 and George was up and dressed. Zoom call? Yes, conference call And when working across multiple time zones it seems like Pacific time is the sacrifice.  So I am about to head to the kitchen and refill my mug.

Yesterday I came close to finishing the border on the Dragon –

It turns out that there are a lot of stitches in that border – what you see is 44% of the total stitches. I also need to cut some more thread from the hank of Silks4U as I completely used the first 6 (7?) meters that I cut. Each is six strands so that means about 18 meters of floss,  give or take..

I will finish the border this morning, but then I will need to decide whether to continue on the dragon (play project) or start the next pattern in the Fabulous Houses series or Ms Forest Mushroom. All three doesn’t sound reasonable at the moment.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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