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fall veil and knitting, too.

courtney spainhower

it’s misty and gray and quite decidedly, fall.  on the way home yesterday mae was looking out the window with the cool, damp breeze blowing her hair back and she told me that the trees were all colors and the leaves were on the ground.  i tell you, it came just as fast as that.

i’ve had the seasonal itch to change things, clean things, move things… and the first major task was the garage which is hubbie’s realm.  he started smoking again, you know, and fell fast back into his rhythm.  he talks on the phone while he smokes and i’m not sure if the duration of the burning dictates the duration of the conversation or if it’s the other way around.  that’s really the ONLY thing i know for sure he’s doing out there, but i find a lot of his clothes piled on chairs or tables, covered in dirt, dust, and spider webs, cigarette ashes, and damp.  it’s totally bazaar.  he’s really um… organizationally disabled and doesn’t have the sight when it comes to untidy or unclean.  it’s an ongoing battle here as i’m sure it is in many a marriage to one varying degree or another.  yesterday however, i noticed just what it was that was making the space feel so extraordinarily cramped. he had boxes strewn all around the back of the garage for no discernable reason.  i set to put things right and the rest of the dank, cold garage followed.

if you’ve been reading this for any length of time, you may have caught on to the rapid succession of cleaning events that take place around here.  it always starts with one room or part of the house and before you know it i’m climbing the walls.  i’ve been blaming the gray veil that has been hanging here, bringing in autumn for the antsy cleaning surges  that are perfectly balanced with heavy laziness.  my mind may be racing around with an unending to-do list but my body is broken.  just slow and broken.  i even sort of spin my wheels trying to nail down a knitting project.  

i DID finish my dad’s socks, though and wouldn’t you know, they’re somehow totally not matching!?  it’s one of those perfectly ridiculous situations where i knit them with so much downtime in-between that i have no clue if or how i edited the first sock.  i thought i knit it exactly to the instructions. then, i knit the second and i saw immediately that the brown toes were not matching.  what’s really weird is that the socks are the exact same length.  i casted on the exact same number of stitches and worked the heels exactly the same, but the first sock is maybe four stitches more narrow and the toe is exactly three rows shorter in the brown.  it’s a damn mystery!  so, i’ve been staring at them on the work table trying to figure out my course of action.  if hubs was here i’d have him put them on and walk all about and give me an honest assessment of fit and feel and i’d decided if those three rows of brown are worth the effort to pull out and re-knit.  but, hubs isn’t here so….

i also decided i needed a new hat for this year since mine always seem to be… appropriated by my beloved alizah.

it was a fun make-it-up-as-i-go cabled hat that i’ve been calling “v is for valley” but you know what?  i ran out of yarn.  isn’t that awesome?  HA!  i’m just ever so thankful its a bare yarn.  no dye lot mess to deal with when i get another hank.

i also went on a rip spree the other day.  i listen to some knitting pod casts and read a few nice knitting blogs and it always makes me smile a sly little smile when i hear (or read) others talk about how much they dread to rip or even rip back.  i find it sort of exhilarating.  it’s like i’m doing something so taboo and so daring and so reckless that only a mad woman would dare, but there i am in a fuzzy dream ripping wildly so that days or weeks of steady and careful work is a pile of wiggly worms in a matter of minutes.  i ripped about 15 projects from those not even half finished slippers i started last fall to some finished projects knit only this past spring.  i’ve said before that one of the reasons i love to knit is because (almost) anything can be ripped out giving you back that same yarn you started with - which is unique to knitting or crochet.  if i cut fabric and sew a skirt i will be able to rip out the seams and make something else, but i will never be able to piece it back into that yard of fabric again.  i feel like i have a lot of yarn now, like, a lot.  it’s really cool.

in keeping with the theme of change - have i mentioned hubs has left for his new job?  it’s quite possible he’ll be gone a total of three weeks or more.  the girls and i are slowly getting into the groove of daddy not being home.  this is the biggest change thus far.  mae still cries for him at night and all seven of us pile into my bed to (sort of) sleep - and i mean, both kids, both dogs, both cats, and me.  we’re banding together, missing him side by side, and squeezing in around the phone when he calls on video chat.

and with that, i’m going to make myself a pot of tea and relax for a while before tackling the mound of dishes in the kitchen.  no matter how many i did yesterday, there are always new ones waiting for me today. :) xo