The new year has started gray and foggy and wet. I love this kind of weather! It's the sit indoors under a cozy blanket and read a book kind of weather. At night I love to listen to the rain--real rain, not the "sounds of rain" I sometimes play on my phone.
|This was once a wren house, but squirrels chewed the hole wider. It has provided shelter for many little critters over the years. Some of the scratches on the outside were made by talons once upon a time too.|
|One of my "Happy December" camellias|
Last year, I did several things I wanted to do--learn to knit cables, take a tai chi class, read more books, and start on a memoir about some of my traveling days.
This year, I'd like to continue on with those things. Specifically with the memoir which I really only started and then put down again. I think I am afraid of it. Sometimes writing pulls me down into it so forcefully that it affects my non-writing hours. And the fog this writing may throw me into is what I fear. But the fact that it is so emotionally charged is, of course, why I have to write it.
But enough of that.
I also want to use up some yarn I have sitting around before I buy yarn for another project. This isn't all that much. Enough I think to make a sweater and a hat. I have discovered that I am not one for excess yarn hanging around. Right now I am making a dog sweater. It's for my son's dog, Nancy. As I sit and knit, I feel myself chuckling a little about knitting a sweater for a dog--like a grandchild! My son is not near having a child (I hope!!)--but there are some weird parallels here I think.
I'd also like to try to keep my blog more active.
And keep bees--or learn about keeping bees! I certainly have the outdoor space for it.
And be active for causes I believe in.
And be a loving, caring teacher who puts in my best each day.
For now, the rain continues. Here's a little tea cup and saucer I bought on this day in the Czech Republic in 1993, the year Czech and Slovakia split. --Ah, but that's a story for the memoir!