Hi lovely friends.
I am about to lose my blogging viginity - bloginity? virgoggity? Well here I am, all yours, in all of my procrastinating glory trying to avoid the backspace and delete keys and just get something out there to you beacuse I love seeing the mess of other people's mind via their blog, so......
Piled around me are bills, wee girl's shoes, not-so-wee boy's paintings and the damned looming folders (real and imagined) of Things I Have Been Meaning To Do (for quite some time). The season of knitty frenzy has ended and now I am up to my elbows in manure slogging out some new beds along the back fences. We put in a rain barrel this weekend and it is already overflowing. It gives us a feeling of bounty and self-sufficiency.
Speaking of self-sufficiency, I read Cormac McCarthy's novel The Road this week and it gives new meaning to the term. What a harrowing and beautiful read. I was sort of shell-shocked by it and found myself being extra tender towards not-so-wee boy and weeping at people walking their dogs and other ordinary activities.