Mid-Week Mumbling

mumble, mumble, mumble. There...you have it! It pretty much sums up the 1st couple of days of the work week. Nothing spectacular. Nothing dramatic. Pleasantly busy at work which translates into I'm almost keeping up.

At home? Sunday night I finished the first Sockotta sock. Didn't take a pic probably because I was so shocked that the Kitchener went really really well. Why didn't I take a pic the next day? Because I'm not sure where I put the sock. /shakes head. I just know it's NOT in the trash. It will turn up. 2nd sock is started. All the ribbing is done. (There's not very much)

Spinning? It gets worse and worse instead of better and better. Somewhere in my brain there is a tiny part of this process that has been misplaced. I'm hoping I dream it. When I was young, and after my Daddy's death, we moved to town. That term is being used somewhat loosely as it was a very small town. But they did have sidewalks and everyone in my class at school had skates. The kind that clamped on and you wore your skate key on a ribbon around your neck. Graceful me could not figure it out. I tried and tried. I went out really early in the morning when nobody would be there to watch and gave it my best shot. Which wasn't much. I stayed out until dark thirty...still more like someone walking on stilts. But then one night I dreamed I was skating. Fast and graceful to boot. And the next morning when I went out...I could skate! Wow! I was all over that town. Zooming up and down the sidewalks, skating with friends..skating by myself. It was just grand. I loved the sound of my wheels on the sidewalk*. So, I'm hoping that I will dream spinning. Instead of bologna sandwiches.

*When we moved to this town, nobody skated on sidewalks..they all went to the skating rink. I really couldn't skate well there and didn't like the feel of it. I had no need to go around in circles, not even backwards. For me it was about the breeze in my face and the trees going by. So the skates went by the wayside and I turned to my green Schwinn for that feeling. Sometimes I wish I could find skates like that but probably for the sake of my bones, it's best that they just live in memory.