It's inevitable that I'll show my progress and milk my mitten(s) for all they've got from beginning to end. So far, I've managed to refrain from posting a picture-a-day and have kept it to a picture-every-other-day. Here's the hastily donned mitten for a one-handed morning photo in bad light (I can't wait 'til the sun starts to rise before I do). The first pattern repeat is complete and there's a bit of red waste yarn in there holding the spot for the thumb. This will be the right-hand mitten, though it is being modeled on my left. A one-handed morning photo in bad light taken with the left hand (my left hand) would not be good.
Knitting time was curtailed last night because of the inevitable trip with Katie to buy a battery for her car -- which has been a lame duck since Monday, except for a miraculous 20 minutes on Wednesday afternoon, the inevitable last gasp.
Also, Madeleine requested the inevitable trip to Target when I picked her up from work and I can hardly deny her (though I can huff and puff a little and be a tiny bit grumpy because... well, just because...). That happens about once a week and she really doesn't ask for much, really doesn't ask me for much. I didn't have to venture too far into the store, and was able to pick up a couple of necessities. I did miss all of Grey's, though. Yes, I know they've been rebroadcasting on Friday nights, but I was sure that the one time I counted on that re-broadcast, they'd find something else to show. Happily, I'm wrong.
It was inevitable that I'd hear from my uncle about inevitability. His wife is dying, the slope of decline is quite slippery and steep now. It breaks my heart. There's never been an abundance of warm fuzzies between us -- they've been married for over 20 years and, still, I'm uneasy thinking of her or referring to her as "aunt" -- we've always gotten along okay, but our lives are very different. She's very smart and educated, scientific and factual, goal-oriented and motivated, forthright -- no time for tiptoeing around or "wasting time," no sense prolonging the inevitable. But nothing matters, not a single, solitary thing, except that my uncle loves her. And she's dying. They're doing their best to get through it, accept it, let go. Inevitability.
This, and other stuff, contributes to my current and probably inevitable feeling of bleh for the blog. The mitten's great, the sweater (even with issues) is great, all the yarn I have for all the other projects... is great. My blog buds? They're so great. (My guilt at the mountain of unanswered email and comments? That's not so great. Can you feel my brain waves when I read them? How much I love and appreciate them?) My new Interweave Knits? It's great. VK can't be much deeper in the mailbag. And it will soon be Spring! (Don't burst my bubble, I'll do it on my own soon enough.) I'm feeling scrutinized and wary, happy and sad, strong and insecure, laid bare and yet withholding so much. So very much.
bare (oops, little slip there) bear with me. I think I need to take a little time, take care of myself.