The Easter Bunny didn't come to my house, yet again. I don't know why exactly, lots of its friends live here, the dust bunnies you know. Perhaps they aren't on speaking terms for some reason. Some ancient family feud no doubt, wherein the EB looks down on the DB side of the family as a bit less than what they might be. The DB clan doesn't amount to much most of the time and no chocolate is involved, talk about your distaff side of the family.
Not to worry though, I still have chocolate left over from Xmas so I'm not in any distress.
I've spent four days of my five day weekend hibernating on my sofa--I've had a few phone conversations, no visitors or visiting. I was/am in need of quiet time to be by myself. Today I turned the heel on the second sock of the blueish pair and dyed a couple of skeins of yarn in a lavender shade that fades to some blues and soft fuschia--not on purpose, that's the way the dye struck the skeins. I'm calling it a design, because I doubt I'd be able to over-dye this and get much better in the way of results. Probably this is the fault of the bad vibes between the EB and the DB clan, creating havoc in my kitchen.
On another, um note, I've reloaded about 50 albums into my iPod so today I could listen to one of my favourite Hildegarde von Bingen albums by Sequentia--Canticles of Ecstacy via the Bose dock. Glorious, glorious sound.
Tomorrow, oh blessed day, I think I'll be able to hang laundry on the line. It's been such a long wet winter that I can't remember when I last got to hang out laundry so I'm really looking forward to this as some kind of major life event this weekend. Since I've been hibernating, it doesn't take much at all to create a major event in my world.
I did some spinning this afternoon. Working on spinning up the qiviut roving that came back from the mill earlier this month, I'm nearly through the first 'bump' and have about half a bobbin. I'm not impressed with the de-hairing as I still have to continuously pick out guard hair which makes the spinning a very stop and start process and takes some of the pleasure out of it.
No pictures of anything yet as I still haven't set up a photo shoot area that will handle the relevant tasks--nor have I begun organizing or cleaning my house, it's just been a long weekend to rest and try to find my way back to myself. I get rather lost in work related stuff and then feel so disconnected from my personal reality that it takes serious sitting still to find my way back. Thankfully I listened and sat still because i am feeling significantly better than I was Thursday when my weekend began.
Time to wander off to bed to read for a while--I'm reading Sir Walter Scott's Bride of Lammermoor and enjoying it very much. It's been some time since I've read anything with a decent vocabulary, I mean beyond the 600 words we're apparently down to in most interaction, communication and writing. When was the last time a tv or radio program used the word gaunt, and used it correctly. I love the really chewy sentences and long detailed descriptive paragraphs of writers like Scott, Dickens, Austen, Gaskell, Trollope and Eliot and read them for relief after reading some of the weird contemporary fiction I also sometimes enjoy. But more of that another time. And so to bed...
