I shouldn’t say it. But I shall. I am getting a bit fed up of this rain. The thing is, living here, one simply cannot afford to let it get to one.
We just have to live with it. And, to be honest, I have lived in overall wetter locations in the past. I should be used to it by now. But it is getting me down now.
Perhaps its just a reflection of my current mood. Or maybe Mr L is getting me down (he’s been complaining – and I mean *complaining* of gastro/intestinal problems for two whole weeks now. He won’t go to see the doctor. And he’s as miserable as sin. A real Grumpy Bastard, in fact.) Well, OK. Mr L *is* getting me down. But that does not alter the fact that it has been raining every day since the 25th September. Except Nov 5th, when we only had drizzle.
I am ready for a few blue skies – and they will come. December is usually a pretty fair month, and December isn’t far away now.
Last night I took leave of my senses and cast on for another hat. Just an experiment with some handspun and I have no idea if it will work. There are other things that I should be concentrating on but this little project is fun – and half done, or thereabouts. The thing is, it’s colourful. It’s blues and greens and like summer skies and waters. Perhaps I cast it on simply to work with these colours. Maybe my Knitting Psyche was at work.
It’s pretty hairy stuff, though.
Only a week to the Christmas Fair – and I have virtually nothing to sell. No cards made. Very little knitting done, compared to what I had planned. No lavender bags manufactured yet. I am cutting things rather too tight for comfort! On the positive side, the ribbon for my sewing has arrived. I still don’t have any lace edging, though.
I have a migraine brewing today. I think I’ll nurse it, in the hope that it goes away. I’m doing spaghetti for lunch but rather think that after a late start, it’s coming out of a packet instead of from between the rollers.
It feels like a hot-chocolate and board games, comfort kind of a weekend coming up. But we still can’t light a fire. Moves are afoot to order some stove pipe, in the hope that we can have Yule/B’day/Anniversary fires at the very least.
On the plus side, for me at least, our Winter supply of domestic fuel oil has been ordered at last. YAY! Prices are still moving in the right direction, but we had to give in before reaching the sludge at the bottom of the tank. And, in the post today, notice of the decrease in our mortgage payments. As I didn’t get that job this week we have had to bite the bullet and ring up to fix our payments at the previous higher level, plus a wee bit more. It’s time for more belt-tightening. My Endowment statement came this week and it’s looking like falling at least one third behind the original projected value – leaving us an uncomfortable distance behind paying off the house at the end of the mortgage term. We’ll do anything we can to stay here – even if it means eating lentils six days a week and *gasp* going on a yarn diet. It’s a good job that we don’t do Christmas. Otherwise I think I’d be a tearful housewife at this point. As it is, it’s easy to feel sanguine – about all except the yarn diet!
So, I can knit my way through my stash, and spin the rovings that I have, and knit those. Then we’re back to neutrals and whatever fleece I can pick up for free or cheap – and I shall have to spin, spin, spin. And there’s nowt wrong wi’ that, is there? I may even become a competent spinner because of it. Or possibly, a Natural Dyer – though so far research suggests that is an expensive hobby.
I’m sorry – this is a depressing post. I’d lighten it with cheerful photos of blue and green yarn and an Extremely Hairy Hat, bit there’s no light for photography because… it’s bleedin’ pissin’ it down!
Tell you what, it’s an old one but a goodie, here’s some December sky to chew on…
Dec 17, 2006. Kettletoft Bay. Mr L, Suzie and Griff (pre-dates the arrival of Nell)