I spent some time this afternoon and tidied my workroom, put away the clutter, and made more room for my table and the recliner. Now I can get out of the living room occasionally and work on my knitting in here. And I can pull the floor inkle loom up to the straight-back chair and work on that tablet-woven band that’s been on the loom longer than I care to remember. The stereo is on the shelf above the chair and I’ve got plenty of light. It’s a nice place to sit and work on my projects or read, and I’m not watching TV lately anyway. TV watching has become reserved for evenings after dinner when Brad and I sit down together in the living room.
He spent some quality time today out on the gun range and called me from the range on his new phone to see if we had a good connection. It was so clear! It was like he was in the next room. Same thing when he called me from his shop to tell me he was back from the range. At long last we can communicate with one another when he is in the shop or at the range. That is a huge weight off both of our shoulders. I didn’t realize how much it bugged me until I heard his voice, loud and clear over the phone.
I thawed some homemade Southwest Soup and added a couple of more cans of black beans to it to take a little of the fire out of it. That batch was a tad more spicy than usual because I added what I thought was a little bit of chipotle chili powder to it on top of the regular packaged seasoning mix I use. And, of course, every time I reheat the soup it’s a little spicier than the last time.
Brad is back at the house, I’m done with my tidying up for the day and ready to work on some knitting. I spent quite a bit of time reading while he was at the range and I’m a bit tired of that for awhile.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately and avoiding social media for a change. It’s all the same old thing in the news and I’m bored with it. I check in with my knitting group chat room from time to time but that’s about it. Life is too short to spend it all pissed off at things I have no control over, or interest in, to begin with. It’s one thing to keep up with current events, but after awhile I just have to say “Enough already!”
I miss the old days when you got the local evening news at 6 pm, followed by the network news, and again at 10 pm. The advent of 24 hour cable news has people glued to their TVs, computers, and now cell phones, to the extent that it has become difficult to really enjoy life anymore. The media has us all angry and upset, if we allow it, because that’s how they keep us glued to their BS and nonsense. I never saw the day coming when the media would be so biased and political.
And here we are, snug in our rural setting, ignoring the idiots who try to frighten us into wearing masks, that don’t work, and getting vaccinations, that aren’t vaccines at all but DNA altering injections. Thank you, God, that we live in Texas.
Rural Texas Knitter 