I thought I didn't have anything to say yesterday but today's post may be even shorter. All I did yesterday was a bock of errands--bank, library, grocery, birdseed store--then I filled the bird feeders, loaded the dishwasher, baked a pizza for supper, and ripped an audiobook on CDs into iTunes so I could put it on my iPod Touch to listen to on the go. Written out like that it sounds like a pretty full, productive day but not one bit of it was photogenic.
I didn't knit. The only yarn-y thing I did was try to figure out a crocheted snowball pattern I've been battling since August. I finally messaged the designer on Ravelry to see if she can help me. I hoped for a tutorial video but she didn't make one because she said that then people wouldn't buy her pattern. That makes sense; I'd really like a video, but it makes sense. So here's the "cage", now I just need to figure out the spiral parts that make it look and throw like a snowball. Don't ask me why I'm doing this, besides to make myself frustrated. You know I like to make oddball things. I crocheted a tea set over the last few weeks and I sewed a stove on Sunday, didn't I? *shrugs* See? Oddball stuff.
There are just a few remaining tufts of gorgeous red leaves on the maple tree. I look around at all the still-green maple trees in the neighborhood and it makes me sad, but ours sure is pretty in the morning sunlight.
October 14--Mark Duran, BT-1003 V. The sunset made the clouds look like there was an explosion behind them, but there was no sound, no wind. The bay lay like a blanket as the daylight drifted west. Olivia sat on her porch, a mug of tea in her hand. It was herbal tea, some concoction of leaves and stems. She'd have preferred a glass of wine but wine was a thing of her past, just like Jeremy was.
Okay, another story start that trickled off into scrawls and scribbles as I fell asleep at the switch. It's a sunny, cool day here in beautiful Green Bay, the kind of day I wish would last all year long. Have a good one.