It’s been a windy day, high in the lower 60’s, with partly cloudy skies. All the cleaning has caught up to me and I’ve been goofing off all day, not having slept well last night. No big deal. I’ll sleep fine tonight. It used to bug me when I had a sleepless night, then I realized that sooner or later it would catch up with me and I’d sleep through the night. The older I get the less I sweat the small stuff.
The second knitted potholder is coming along well. After about three inches I was able to take out the provisional cast-on and graft the opening shut. I’ve got several more rounds to go until it’s time to graft the other seam, and I’m able to get the stitches on a 24″ needle so it’s going faster than with the 16″ needle.
The size 7 needle is making a nice, thick pad but I may leave the crocheted loop off of this one and use it on the counter as a hot pad. I’m remembering how firmly the first one knitted up with the size 5 needle and I don’t want to do that again. I’ll probably cast on another one with a size 6 needle and compare the three of them.
Just at dusk we had three does wander through the yard and head down the driveway in single file. They usually jump the fence into the pasture on the other side of the road. It was nice to see them again. It doesn’t happen often and it’s good to know they are still around somewhere. We hear the coyotes every night after dark as they move down the creek and upset the neighbor’s dog and chickens, but they don’t hang around long.
It’s 8:25 and I’m showered and ready for bed already. The time change is still messing with my head…and my body. Brad is headed off to the shower after spending some time outside shooting a new pistol. Well, an old pistol, but new to him. It’s a S&W revolver made the year our daughter was born, the same year he started his career in law enforcement. It’s nice when he can come across something that he likes and can afford to buy it. Firearms are so expensive these days that he rarely buys something for himself anymore.
It’s good to see him down at his shop tinkering around and getting back to loading his own ammo again now that his shoulders will allow him to do that. It’s almost a year since his left shoulder surgery and I think it’s been nearly three years since the right shoulder. Yes. That’s right. He had already retired from the college at the end of 2018 and had been putting off having the right shoulder looked at. It. Was. Messed. Up. Very badly. Fortunately, he’s almost regained 100% range of motion, which is amazing considering how much damage he had done before he finally had the surgery.
We’ve both been fortunate in that anything that required either of us to undergo surgery has ended up with full recovery each time. Not everyone can say that and we are grateful for God’s blessings in our lives.
I hear the water running in the shower at the other end of the house so Brad is enjoying a hot shower and I’m going to get back to my knitting and see what’s on TV for us to watch. I’ll probably have to look for something on streaming video tonight, having already gone channel surfing an hour ago and come up empty handed.
Have a blessed Friday night, ya’ll. Enjoy your weekend!
Rural Texas Knitter 