Since many of you live far away, or were busy, or missed the invitation I sent two days in advance, I thought I’d throw a little e-housewarming party to follow the in-person party we had yesterday. Meet the little house we’re calling our new home. It seems like it needs a name; any ideas? It … More Warm a House with Windows and Wool
I woke up yesterday in desperate need of a me party. A party by myself. With no guests but me, my wheel, and a pound and a half of singles waiting to become a super-bulky 3-ply. If I could spin balanced singles, this yarn evidently would be an adorably self-striping light worsted. I can’t, and … More Fiesta de Mi
The saga of Avoidant Spinning (and its corollary, Avoidant Blogging) continues. For most of last week, the Yarn Room was about the only room I could spend any time in without feeling oppressed by the unpacking still to be done. So I pulled out some roving that had been languishing in the stash for over … More Towering Sunflowers
Unpacking my house makes me feel like I imagine I would if I had prematurely signed myself up for a 100-mile wilderness race, without having trained or prepared. Full of arrogance and exhilaration, I would have taken off with the pack and worn myself out two miles in. Left behind by the pack but unthwarted, … More Verbal Hyperventilation
The pastor’s wife took a deep breath as she watched Mrs. Jones approach. Mrs. J, wife of the junior warden, was decked out in a handsome scarlet skirt suit, with shiny red does, topped off with a wide brimmed red hat complete with a peppy flower. She was also the self-appointed “Pentecost police.” Every year, … More Under the Tongues of Fire
By a fluke of personality, I avoid work with more work. Lately, my favorite avoidance technique has been spinning. Stuff to pack? Sit down behind the [spinning] wheel for a little bit. Got some intense knitting deadlines? Let’s spin in front of the TV instead. June term books to read? Jared, you read them out … More Just Plain Bad Luck
Yet another insane week! May has been the month that has tried for all its worth to tear off our arms and beat us with them. But I’ve learned a lot about celebration and community in the midst of the craziness that is really normal when I’m actually living life. I have to face it: … More Celebration Report Week #6: Moving & Merriment
So much. The burning fire of a thousand suns knoweth not my fury for disassembling our residence, with all its detritus, and manually transporting every last bit of it to a new location. To say nothing of cleaning our former residence, wishing I had kept it in better shape to begin with, and slightly resenting … More I Hate Moving.
So, it had been my hope to provide you with several essays leading up to the Pentecost celebration about what the holiday means, the symbolism involved in its celebrations, and the themes associated with it. I should have guessed that between the end of the semester and moving, it’d be a bit much for me. … More Themes in Pentecost
I knew it would happen eventually. Packing just gets to me. The house is in disarray, I can’t find important things, and all the required tasks overlap each other in causality, putting me in weird catch 22s. Like how I have to pack the rest of the living room if I’m to have any hope … More This Is How I Lose It
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