Sometimes I just need to write to let it out. I never really know what "it" is. Get what out? It isn't a thought. I am trying to let go of thoughts. You know what I mean. The rumination about things that aren't productive to anything. Yeah, those. What do I do when I get like this? (which is 99% of the time) I usually knit. Knitting has saved me from so many things. It is the one place I can go and not a thought has to stay. It can blow away because I am counting. Not like OCD counting but like knitting counting.
I can not remember a time when I didn't knit. It is something that is just part of who I am. So why should you care? I don't know. I hope you all have something that you have the same passion for. In those times that knock you down it will get you through.
I remember where I lived and what was happening with every piece. This piece was done while sitting around the house waiting for Dr. Food to find a job. I sat there day after day knitting on this waiting for any glimmer of hope.
I will never forget what my life was like when I look at these pants. They represent so much to me right now. I am thankful that I can make these time capsules of my life. Don't worry, I won't go to the grocery store in these. They just are here to make me smile.
We went to Portland Maine for my birthday. We had a wonderful time. We got to have a wonderful lunch with our friend Christine. We also had our friends come up (and they were nice enough to drive to Portland to be with us). Dinner at Fore St was really good.
We did some shopping. We even bought Tchatkes from the local prison. This is a bird house. I hope some bird uses it.
That is nothing. See that chicken at the top of this post? I have been eyeing that chicken for years. Every time we go to Portland I ask for that chicken. I negotiated this time. I told Dr. Food that if I didn't get that chicken this time that I would never cook him dinner again. Wait, that part is a fib, Aren't I an amazing negotiator? I didn't even read the book.
Chickens have always been a theme for me. I bought this as a good luck chicken for the first house that Dr. Food and I lived in when we were in San Jose, Ca. I just noticed that I really have been collecting chickens. Didn't even realize it.
This is a birdhouse too. I never put it outside because I didn't want birds pooping on it.
This guy was a gift from my friends Monte and Peter. They put it in the window of my shop. It is years and years old now and I really can't part with it. I think it may have lice. Don't tell Dr. Food.
This is the oldest chicken paraphernalia.
Uh, I might not have closed the door too well when I went to go get food and water for the "girls". We haven't let them out. We have now. They love roaming free.
It was like a jail break. They were free at last. I sat there and watched them for about 30 minutes. I find the sounds they make so relaxing. Now if they would just start laying damn eggs and it would stop raining.
This is Leonardo. Hey, I didn't name her. Someone I love named her. No, not Dr. Food. He named his Chicken "Bossy". Really? I think he should have named his chicken Hydrogen or Kinase or something scientific. Bossy. I named my girl (well they are really all mine) I named her "Schmutz". Last but not least there is Bok Bok. My x boss named her that. I mean he named her that and he isn't even my boss anymore. I call her BB because she is MY bird.
They all went back in. I like being a Chicken Wrangler.