Windy Night

The inner me.... yeh?!

I'm beginning to wonder when I started to dream so much. I never used to dream a lot... but here lately...

It is 4:00 a.m. It is a full moon night and the werewolf in me is once again rearing it's ugly head. About an hour ago, I woke with my heart pounding after I had been dreaming that the school I was in began to burn with me in it and as I tried to get out I could see into a dark night, that the lights of the last vehicles were going away from me leaving me to die with no one to help me get out of the school. My heart was just racing and my mouth felt like something had crawled in and died. However, I knew as soon as I woke that it was all a dream and that I was safe in my warm and toasty bed. Still, it was a disconcerting dream and then when I tried to cool my bedroom by opening the window, I discovered that the wind outside is howling and the window began to creak as it blew. Finally after an hour of tossing and turning and listening to the window creak, I realized that that full moon was once again chasing me out of bed.  A good thing to... for when I got downstairs I discovered that whoever let the dogs in last night, must not have made sure the door was closed properly, because it was open for every mouse in the neighbourhood to come for a visit... not that the mice would be out on such a night. Tis a blustery one for sure. So here I sit in the newly neatened dining room tapping away at the computer. Yes I spent yesterday cleaning house not that it did much good! Spring like conditions are also rearing their ugly heads because each time the dogs go out they come in with a wheel barrow load of dirt attached to their undersides. I have been chasing dogs with the mop for two days. I'm fit to be tied! (Newfy saying which means exasperated). Oh how I wish for a deck on the west side of the house so that the dogs could sit on it and wait for a few moments to dry off before coming in with all that mud. As it is now... they bound through the door, after having just run through alpaca poop and mud up to your neck.... oh well at the rate we are going, by next week there won't be a drop of water and the mud will be a dry barren wasteland in all this wind.

Later this morning... after it actually has become morning... I am going to clean up the blasted studio and the sunroom and make life a little simpler. I have already made up my mind that I can't keep pissing away my time. I actually have to wrap my head around level 5 work and get it done. Can you believe that a week of March is gone? I'll be gob smacked if I know where this last week went.

Tonight was Knit Night and for the first time in months, we all made it out for the evening!  However, Knit Night is once again moving digs. Since last fall when the Public Library bailed on us, and we had to move, we have been using the library at the school for our meeting place. But unlike the reading room at the Public Library, the library at the school is a large warehouse-like room that is cold because there is no heat on after hours and the windows have metal blinds over them for glass breakage protection, somewhat reminiscent of a prison or a barracks at best. So it is not the most pleasant space for us knitters. We decided a few weeks ago that better digs were required. So we have all been wracking our brains trying to figure out where else we could meet.  In the end I checked out a couple of ideas and concluded that the upstairs room in the church hall would make a perfect choice. We are going to go up there next time we meet and it was a unanimous decision. It is a lovely second story room in a log building with a beautiful view out over the river. It should be really nice up there for us ladies to knit and gab and laugh and drink tea.

Speaking of tea I think I'll end here since the wind is still howling and a drink of tea wouldn't go astray. With the chimes rattling in the wind and things blowing around outside, with the coolness of the room around me, it is time to wrap a warm and cozy blanket around me on the couch and curl up with my knitting needles and try to warm up... who knows I may even head back to bed at some point... that is if I start to feel my eyes getting heavy... Too bad I forgot to turn up the furnace when I first came down.... still a cup of tea while I wait for the furnace to do it's job wouldn't go astray... see you in the morning.... sleep well... don't let those werewolves just outside your door get a chance to pounce... or you'll spend an eternity sitting on full moon nights by yourself while everyone else sleeps peacefully!

Toodly doo.... (have you ever heard a werewolf say that to ya?)... : )