This morning, we have Sunshine! Still have the snow, but now it is blindingly bright outside, not dismally dull.
Victoria, my brother Harry made that palm tree out of sheet metal and gave it to me a couple of years ago. It sits out by the road and I must say that I am surprised and gratified that nobody has snatched it up for scrap.
Different neighbors have complained about thievery from inside and outside of their homes in the last several weeks. I haven't noticed anything amiss or missing. Sometimes, being seen with a revolver or air soft AK 47 around town makes people think twice about messing with me and mine. Ya think?
My knitting has consisted of garter stitch patches made for the worn heels of my socks. I knit the patch then just overhand stitch it into place. Two pair down, four pair to go. Some of my heels never seem to get holes, others take mere weeks. The hand spun ones, in particular, but also a pair made from Knitpicks sock yarn and two pair Cherry Tree Hill.
I ordered Cat Bordhi's book on socks yesterday, Something Footprints.
Along with a book I once had, then gave to Sweetie's sister, Strong Women Stay Slim. After saying for over a month that I needed to go upstairs to our workout room, I finally did so yesterday. I rode the bike for 10 minutes, (and feel it in my legs today,) and did a bit of free weights. The book has all sorts of great information about eksercising and diet, (not dieting, diet,) and I used it faithfully 8 years ago, or so. And I was buff because of it.
I've have decided that it is time to begin living again, to take care of myself more, (and less of everyone else,) and to quit whining inwardly about how awful I look and feel. My life is not over.
I have decided that I will not be living in this house or this town at the end of the year.
I will pursue a healing path. More on that later.
I will seek out challenges so that I will not be bored.
Today, I may even enter my studio.