Now that we’ve turned back the clocks I am traveling home from work in darkness. This is the season when the male deer lose their minds and go racing across highways in pursuit of a mate. It is a high tension time for me as a driver. So many lives ended on our stretch of highway – so needless. My night driving skills (and confidence) lessen in the pitch darkness. It’s good to get home. (this image taken early in the am)
There was some knitting over the weekend brought on by the loss of a pair of beloved signature circular needles. The longer and deeper I hunted for them, the more UFO’s I uncovered. Remember these cashmere socks knitted on Nantucket last year? FINISHED and blocked.
This dear little Brock sweater brought into the light, sleeves started!
And Balloon pants in progress – pattern recovered and enthusiasm renewed!
Tula was very very ill last week. She woke in the night struggling for breath. A frantic race to the emergency vet revealed a collapsed lung. Later, our own Dr. Wonderful diagnosed pneumonia and anemia. Many hours in the oxygen chamber followed by daily nebulizer sessions and antibiotics and my pup is gaining and on the mend. It was terrifying people, simply terrifying. And P.S. . . NO, I still cannot find the signatures.