Wanderlust

I'm all over the place these days. I can't seem to get myself to settle on any one thing. I'm not seeming to get a whole lot done. I do a bit here and a bit there but nothing seems to be coming off finished. It the dreaded disease. I call it wanderlust. Most people think of Wanderlust as being a disease where you want to travel all the time but for me it is more serious... wanting to travel all the time wouldn't be such a bad disease I'm thinking. For me Wanderlust is a need for my mind to wander from topic to topic, from project to project, from one thing to another without really settling with any sense to it. Usually it means that I need down time and time away from all projects.... usually it means I need sleep and lots of it.

As I may have mentioned, March break is coming soon and Hubby and I have decided to take a few days to go away with the girls and visit some family if they will have us. It will be good to get away from the day to day routine and do something different... it will be good to take just one project and focus on that. It will be good to put everything especially all the demands on my time, behind me and focus on something other than deadlines.

Deadlines seem to be the bane of my existence.... there was the big j.c. deadline which I didn't meet and I have to say it really knocked the wind out of me. Plus service quite a bit lately for church to prepare. Minutes to type and newsletters to prepare... I have two to get ready... It's not that I don't like doing any of these things... I think its just that I'm tired and coming up with ideas is tiring me out.
I look out the window and see the ice disappearing and I want to go for a walk but I feel guilty when I do because there are too many other things that I should do. You would think by now at 44 (almost 45) I'd have my sh-- together but still I'm as unfocused as any cross eyed cow.

So here I sit with my wanderlust drifting over projects I want done... projects I want to start... jobs I would like to forget and a nice clean house wouldn't hurt either.

I did go out today for a little walk.... it's good to play hookie once in a while and just enjoy. So to the Wanderlust disease that has attacked me of late.... and in the ever inimitable words of the wonderful Monty Python... "P--s off! I have work to do". And to my readers, "thanks for sticking around.... I'll try to write something interesting for a change".

Spring Is Here... The Grass Is Growing

I saw green grass. Yes I did! I saw green grass under a tree where the snow had melted and boy am I happy. Our road only has a few small patches of ice let and I can't wait to see the end of the snow around the yard. I do have to tell you that it is pretty difficult to get inspired to write this time of the year when it is too icy to go out walking and there's dog poop everywhere. March break starts next week and the public library here in HH is having an afternoon tea for St. Patrick's day.... I think I might go. It might get me doing something else and cheer me up. Not that I'm down... I'm just feeling a little burnt out. A vacation might be the ticket.

In the meantime the sun is shining and I want to go walking but there is just too much snow on the ground to walk safely. As a result the house is feeling rather like a cage. I still go out for knit night and recently I started working on a shawl project that I started last summer. It is woven on my 4" x 6" weavette loom with one block a multi green angora and the next block is brown llama. It is very soft and very light. I decided to pick up that project for knit night because I'm sick of lace gloves.... next fall when my hands are cold I will get back to them again. Part of the reason for doing the lace gloves in the first place was a gallery show in FSJ for which I had been preparing things for the last two years but when the choice was made for the theme it was.. "Scarves, Shawls, and Shoelaces"... yup not a one of those things that I completed in the last two years was a Scarf, Shawl or a Shoelace.... so I am now more focused on scarves, shawls and shoelaces.

Meanwhile the big j.c. rears its ugly head as I continue to spin black alpaca.... which I have to say I'm getting really sick of.

We are considering a few days away coming up here during March break which begins next week... I think Hubby and the girls are all feeling like a trip away. I'm thinking it might not be such a bad idea.... still there is a lot to do around here too. but a short vacation can't hurt right?

Well I just finished giving the small dog a hair cutthis is before the cutand this is after the cut
and he is looking painfully up at me to play with him.... the black alpaca is calling my name, and I have a dessert to make for dinner out at a friend's house. The day has begun and so must I.....

Colour.. Pink Is Putrid

Last night I was sitting in the living room at about 7:30 p.m. and I happened to look out the living room window and there before me was the most beautiful blue I have ever seen... I don't think I could even describe it. It was just before sunset and I don't know if the snow remaining in the yard was part of it, perhaps it was reflecting the colour a little, but somehow I don't think so because the trees and ground were already black. There wasn't a hint of any other colour in the sky, just this not-quite-ink-blue. It had an ethereal quality about it. I know I should have taken a picture right then and there but honestly I was enjoying looking at it so much that it never even occurred to me to get off my rump and find the camera. But I am glad I looked at it because it was just glorious.

At knit night last Thursday we were discussing our favorite colours and everyone was able to say what their favorite colour was except for me. I have a hard time choosing favorite colours because that is too abstract. A colour for me signifies as much a feeling as anything... so when I choose my favorite colour (if there is such a thing) it is always in context. I love blue but there are so many shades of blue that saying that is almost inane. I also love soft yellows like butter yellow and lemon yellow... but then if I think about a block of butter in a dish I almost want to laugh because that is not it at all.... the butter yellow that I like is a shade of a quilt that I once owned.... and I wonder if I like the shade of yellow or if it was the blanket itself that I liked. And if I think about a lemon I can't stand lemon but I love lemon chiffon fabric... it looks so utterly feminine. Red is an awesome colour but mostly because I love Stewart plaid.... then there is moss green. This is by itself actually a greyish drab colour but if you use it primarily in the bedroom it is very soothing. Mauve is lovely too if it is a lilac or if it is in conjunction with navy blue velvet. You see I love no colour as it stands on it's own but how it is in accordance with something else or with a feeling it evokes. I love melon orange but especially in regards to Cottonwood trees and how they look when the colour goes out of the leaves in autumn. So you see I have a difficult time choosing a colour that I can unequivocally say is my favorite.

Now you understand why I change the look of my blog so often.... mostly because colour is a tool... it is a tool the represents my mood.... I, over the last year or so have used many different colours on my blog, and all the time they are chosen to represent me..... I think, the colour that I least like is rose or any shade thereof.... puke! That is why the pink of the last few weeks didn't last on the blog for very long. Pink drives me nuts.... it puts me in mind of smoke and vapours. Pathetic.... I wonder if I ever threw up something pink.... hmmm.... I should ask my mother... maybe she would remember. Either way pink is vapid.

So there you have my low down on colour..... I can safely say that colour is a very personal thing... I hope I have not stepped on anyone's toes by saying pink is vapid.... If you happen to like pink and it works for you then more power to you.

My grandfather was colour blind.... I cannot imagine a world without colour.... how lucky we are to have the rainbow of them......

Monday Morning

It is Monday morning..... yuck! Actually it is not so bad... the crescent moon is shining down on us this morning in a sky that is a soft blue. The sun is not quite up above the horizon but there is that yellowness on the horizon.... it looks like it is going to be a fine day. There is no snow left on the roof as even on the North side it has melted and slid off. I have noticed that a huge chunk of snow came off the roof last week and hit the lower roof and left a dent. It is now that we will discover all the problems with the design of the additions and that obviously is one. I'm not really sure what we cane do about it other than knock the snow off in the spring in smaller amounts rather than have it fall off in huge chunks.

Each day it warms up and the snow turns to slush and water.... each evening it freezes again and turns to ice. It is treacherous to walk on and so I don't try hardly at all. I will be so glad to see the end of the snow....

I have noticed green grass trying to show itself in the sunny south facing areas where the snow has melted. The deer are coming less to feed on our bails. I just love spring.... except for the dog poo which seems to be everywhere.

I have three more cotton questions done for my level 3 homework... which means that now I have to get back to the big j.c. in earnest. I have done some spinning for it but I need to get really focused.... there have been several people who have seen it and think it is very nice.But the sleeves are calling me today and so I need to wash some wool but while that is drying I need to sit at my wheel and spin, spin, spin.... Everything else has to be put on hold for a couple of weeks.

So that's my Monday morning news, and blues..... the kids are out the door and Hubby too... the sun is up now and my wheel calls.... I'm off....

Brain Dead

Ok... I can't think of anything to write about because I'm feeling way too brain dead to write. So maybe tomorrow I'll feel more like writing something....

I watched movies all day once I got home from church.... and did a little spinning.... good activities for those of us who experience times when your brain refuses to do anything. I think I'll go to bed and nurse my poor brain....
ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz......

Dog Days

If I remember correctly "Dog Days" have some weather connotation, but for the life of me I can't remember what it is exactly.... For me "Dog Days" has its own connotation, and I am feeling like this day among others lately, are "Dog Days". I look out the window today and it is windy and sort of grey... with sun.... The clouds are passing overhead at the rate of 'zoom'. It is mostly grey but there are God-like clouds off on the horizon... you know, they are the clouds that are always shown in the movies to signify God. Anyway my "Dog Days" include more than quickly moving clouds. You see, Duff, the big dog, is lying at my feet after a traumatic day yesterday. She went to the vet and so began the oddysey of "Dog Days Supreme"! She first had a thermometre poked up her bum which she was quite indignant about.... then she had a shot in the hip to knock her out, and once conked out, had her face cut open where resided a rather large abscess,.... then she got a severe case of the runs on the trip home from the anxiety of it all, which fortunately she was able to contain till we got pulled over in a gravel pit where she proceeded to stagger to the nearest snow heap to hunch up in a drunken manner and expunge herself. Nice! Dog days indeed.....

Meanwhile I sit here and watch the outcast alpaca trying to eat hay that has been inundated with stuff that has already exploded once from his butt. I always said Axton was a misfit... the other alpacas will have nothing to do with him... he's as much reverred as the boy in second grade that sat behind you and picked his nose and ate it after yanking on your pigtails.... no one likes him. I would never breed him for fear of producing a whole heard of nose pickers... I wonder if he is retarded...

Daughter #1 is in complete disgust today as she and her best friend had planned all week to have sleep over this evening and things have not worked out quite as planned... said friend was supposed to come after lunch but is unable to get a ride and Hubby won't be home till late having difficulties getting computers to work for irritating report cards... try living with an overly disappointed teenager.... and to make it worse, Daughter #2 has friend and so this only draws attention to the fact that Daughter #1 doesn't.... argghhh!

Wind always irritates me and as the clouds whiz past in their ever onward migration, like a heard of elephants across the Serenghetti, I find myself feeling like I'd like to chew nails... it is not a good day to spin.... my spinning wheel may join the clouds if things didn't go well.

So here I am forced to suffer the discontent of Dog Days..... a word of advice though.... sleep through them if you can.... but don't whatever you do try to get things done.... it never works. I think I'll go pick some stitches out of a pocket..... (I bet you thought I was going to say pick my nose.... well, I'm not the kid no one likes..... I hope)!

PS... I hope you like the new look....

Ahh .... Spring maybe...?!!

The seasons just keep marching on... I look out my window by the computer here and I realize that spring is on the move. All day yesterday the snow was sliding off the roof in great thunderous slumps. Water was dripping constantly and when I went out last evening to go to the monthly JCR meeting I realized that there is very little snow left on the roof at all. The paddocks where the animals reside are now blossoming quagmires of sh-- and hay. It is the time to watch for foot rot. Our ground here is fairly porous and so foot rot is not generally an issue. Still, in the spring when the ground has not quite caught up with the sun and the snow is melting but the grounds is not accepting the extra moisture, there is always a chance that my animals will have issues with their hooves.

More of our pine trees are dieing. The pine beetle has had its way with another generation of Pine trees and so now when the sap would be flowing back into the tree and branches would be starting to put out their new buds instead the pine trees are dieing and turning red. It is sad to watch. I look out on the deck and see that I am going to have to start watering the cedar trees that I have in my planters. I won't pull out the old annuals yet because that is an open invitation for the cats to use it as a bathroom. We get stuck just driving into our driveway as the snow turns to slush each day before returning to ice in the evenings.

Yep Spring is in the air.....

In house there is a turn back to the big j.c. as I start spinning once again black alpaca fibre and black wool... I also have been playing on the Inkle loom and have had a terrible time getting that sucker warped.... but I think I finally have it finished. It was fun having some of my spinny friends come by on Tuesday and see what they have been working on. One was working on plied yarn for sox, another was working on an Inkle loom like me and the other was prepping fibre for spinning on a charkha.... all is good on the spinny front.

Meanwhile Duff the big pooch still continues in agony with eye issues.... I am off to the vet today with her in another effort to deal with the problem of swollen face and obvious infection. I will be driving my way down highways that are at last dry.... no snow.... how great is that! I can't wait till the quagmire of my paddocks and yard are clear and dry once again.

It's at this time of the year that I miss my ducks puttering around in the pools of water.
Ducks in our yard in 2005