- I mowed part of the yard yesterday, which doesn’t seem like much of a deal except: a) to people who are still shoveling snow, and b) to people who have followed the post-op disability story. I couldn’t do the whole thing; bonked after the front and high back but that’s a start. Will try again today. Nice to be outside, nice to be working out, nice to feel able-bodied, in as much as mowing the grass demands same. And the front looks better now that it’s not so shaggy. The goats couldn’t keep up.
- Originally written March 17, 2007
Sat down this morning and wrote up the story of the Ironing Board Fence, as far as I know it. I’ve been telling myself parts of it in my head all week and the best answer for talking to myself is to write it down. Maybe now that I have the first half documented, I’ll figure out what to do next! The cannas are about to sprout and once they get going, I won’t be able to get to the chain link fence to install anything, so maybe it’s going to be a 2008 garden project anyway. It’ll hold. 23 ironing boards aren’t going anywhere without my help.
When I see some of the somewhat uninspiring pictures of knitted rugs in recent knitting books, I am inspired to write my own how-to book, and I started making notes this week. It seems the words come more easily when I am actually doing rug processing, such as sorting clothes to be sliced, or thinking about how various colors will go together, so I work, dash to the PC and type for a bit, and go work, and back to make notes. The amount of lint in my sewing room makes me hesitate to take my PC in there for on-the-spot note taking; maybe if I knew I was on the list for an upgrade? But I think I’m only 1.5 years into a three-year upgrade cycle…
I wonder if I will ever find an art form that doesn’t involve dust and respiratory protection?
Off to finish mowing the back yard in the hopes that my neighbors are not having a double service today.