With grad school, that is. And I couldn’t be more thrilled, at least until the student loan payments begin. I have one more final that I’ll either do at 11 pm tonight when it is “unlocked” or sometime tomorrow. Either way, I’ve studied and feel prepared and it’s the only thing standing between me and a horrifically expensive piece of paper. I did learn a thing or two over these long three years as well, so that’s a bonus.
I can’t say the same for the sweater I’m making for my son, although I have made some progress. I did manage to find a weedy end of yarn where I clipped the tail off by mistake and managed to weave that in. I left the stitch marker there though because I’m not taking any chances until I get the thing blocked. I’ll use some waste yarn to try and shore up the join once I see if it completely unravels in the wash. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen, although the marvelous thing about knitting is that unless you’re beset with a herd of m*ths (dirty word in the fiber world), you can always start over. If only more things in life were like that.
It’s a gorgeous Sunday morning in South Mississippi and I’m on the back deck with my highly energetic and active guard dogs as you can see:
I truly have a great view of what the property developer in our subdivision termed a “lake” but which is really just a pond with cool cypress trees growing in and around it. You can see I have two bird feeders which used to be located out farther in the yard but when we recently installed a sprinkler system, they kept getting watered twice a day and I ended up with terrariums. The Husband moved them, but I’m afraid they’re now too close to the deck and the guard dogs as the birds have not returned. The Husband thinks we just need to give it more time and as he’s the one who has to move the thing, I’m playing along.
You can’t see it in the picture above, but there are a couple of turtles vying for a spot in the sun on a branch that sticks up just above the water. Those are coveted spots, apparently.
Finishing my master’s has left me with more time to think about those things that are truly important, like what to knit next for my granddaughters. The youngest of the two will think Grandma doesn’t love her as much as the elder grand if I don’t make up for the knitting famine that the last three years created. I’m trying to knit from my stash as much as possible – a commitment I made after I lost some of it to m*ths a few years ago, so we’ll see what Ravelry turns up. I’m typically not a monogamous knitter, so it’s unusual for me to have just a sweater going. I’m also feeling the call to go through my queue of sock patterns.
It’s time to knit all of the things.