Sunday, April 19, 2009
Cheese With That Whine?
Yesterday after spinning class, I came home and then walked back to town for lunch with my son. It was gloriously warm and everybody in town was of like mind. Area merchants had water bowls in front of their stores for the dogs. We walked home and I laid down for a fifteen minute nap. Close to four hours later, I woke up. I was a little sad I'd wasted such a pretty day. Today, the weather is cold and dreary and again, I've napped here and there. They wore me out last week and I'm dreading the week to come. Is it Friday yet?
So today, between naps, I've fiddled around with the spindle. My shoulders are sore from effort, and I haven't made much progress. My hands don't know what to do yet and though I'm sure it'll become second nature, my fingers can't find a rhythm. It reminds me of when I learned to knit and couldn't get the stitches to slide on the needles because they were so tight. I had a death grip on those needles and the yarn. I'm still a tight knitter, but hey, that's OK because that means I get to use bigger needles than patterns and yarn usually call for-I rarely have to go down a size or two to get gauge. I'm sure I'll get used to what I need to do to make yarn.
Anyways, that's it for my whining. I'm going to try really hard to shake my bad attitude as all I seem to get from it is agida. We'll see what the week brings besides breakfast tomorrow at a great cafe with a friend.