generally, I'm a don't.

i've blocked exactly one pair of socks on my fancy sock blockers.

I've never blocked another thing in my life. nope. i just knit. generally, if it needs to be blocked i don't knit it. well, you know, generally.

BUT NOW, now I'm blocking something. I really need it to be bigger, but it's also lace. Kinda for reals. And it is lovely yarn (STR lightweight, covelite colorway). I should be taking pics but I'm just too lazy and Top Gear is on.

It could be pretty fantastic.

ravelry link.

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I'm having a hard time with this feeling of giving up. But what else do you do? Go insane, or just be depressed?

The house is always a mess, not enough storage, and I live with other people. Granted, we've just embraced laundry piles as a way of life. Just have to keep track of clean and not clean.

There's part of the kitchen celing that needs to be repaired from old water damage. Fortunately at least the roof part is taken care of. No good reason other than we don't have a reliable contractor.

The car needs to go in for scheduled maintenance. Long story, I'm putting it off and it doesn't seem to magically take care of itself.

I chipped my tooth, I can't figure out what to do about a dentist. Go back to the old one who I don't like but is now covered as a preferred dentist (wasn't when I left, and I wasn't going to go to someone I didn't like AND pay extra). PLUS I haven't had my teeth cleaned in awhile. So not me. But there it is. Should find a new one, have some recommendations, but simply have not had any more time to devote to dentist reviews. Jeebus.

Clothes shopping. That should be self-explanatory.

Laundry, aside from the above, I can't run the laundry while monkeybaby sleeps, it's in the basement directly under his crib. I want him to sleep more than I want clean underwear. And that is just how it plays out.

My back is a mess again. Should get cortisone shots. Uh huh, in my spare time.

Sleep. I stay up too late just so I have time to string 3 thoughts together. By myself. In my head.

Walking the dog. Poor guy needs WAYYYY more exercise. I've got so little left for that.

If monkeybaby is awake, he requires my attention. If he's not, I have to be working. Or cooking the second dinner for grownups, or if it's late enough, I have to think my three thoughts.

There are piles of crap everywhere in this house all the time. Ok, not literally. Although there are small rooms that need cleaning. Plus the yard, plus 600 house projects.

It is absolutely irrelevant to make lists if nothing ever happens. And we're in the stage that if I want to leave the house it's roughly a 90 minute extraction if everything goes perfectly.

thank god for amazon fresh, otherwise we'd probably starve.

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qui es mas macho?

awesome.

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yesterday a friend called me a frontier wife. last night a different friend and i agreed that doing the housewife gig might not be so bad afterall and maybe we were all a little bit wrong about that being a bad thing.

i think what it boils down to is that after working since i was 15, taking some time off to be a mom, and just kind of being home is pretty great. it does however push all my nesting buttons all the time. most of the time all i want to do is bake and garden and knit and take walks with the small person. the reality is that i have to work while he sleeps and then some, and in the evenings i'm pretty exhausted.

still.

all this sun makes me want to work in the yard and get it cleaned up and ready for spring. a new cast iron pan came in the mail yesterday so i'm itching to make something that requires a cocotte-ish type vessel. braised lamb shanks are speaking to me.

i do wish the two year old would eat more variety so i wasn't cooking two dinners every night.

i could read food and design blogs all day to boot. and there are little chickadees that come in a procession all day to the window birdfeeder.

time goes past, i'm not out in the "real world" too much. and while i do feel like some parts of my life are now gone forever, i do like this peaceful place. i'm going to try to enjoy it while i can, soon enough the small person will be in preschool and then school proper and i'll be back to working out there. for now the days slip by with few markers, it's beautiful out and it's all just fine.

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