Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
Walt Whitman (1819–1892)
Leaves of Grass (1855; 1891–92)
Yesterday, March 31st at 3pm, I started Spring Break! Oh, my plans to be productive and to enjoy each and every minute of this time. No, I have not admitted defeat, hopefully not yet.
Can you say "cold", a dumb, never get them, blasted, cold. I at least stayed up till 10:30 pm, watched "The Winter Guest" an Alan Rickman film, worked a bit on my Side-Way Rib Sweater, read some of the patterns in my newly arrived book, One Skein by Leigh Radford, had a spot of tea, ate a cinnamon roll, not that the taste of it was totally available to myself. Then, at 10:30 pm, I hear the first drops of a still continuing event, rain, rain, rain.
Mind you, I have a metal roof over these logs, it can be sometimes calming and sometimes irritating to listen to. I woke every few hours, having to breathe like a bad-crank-caller through my mouth in the night, listening to that blasted rain. I have plans of painting/staining the chicken coop and garden shed...I did see a spot of sun in the weather forcast, please keep your fingers crossed for me.
In knitting news: I want to make the Candy Wrapper Sachet, stuff it with lavendar and send it off to M.B. with a coffee card for her birthday. I did try last night to get this quick project going, but that one I will admit to three starts and nothing to show for it. Will try again this morning, with a different yarn and a different set of dpns.
In SP news: Sent in my participation info for SP8. I also sent in my info for One Skein Swap...both will be about the same time this summer.
Tomorrow is "K's" birthday. 44 yo. I need to feel better as I made reservations for Spiros Greek Island for dinner...the bellydancer starts at 6:45 pm and I made reservations for 6:30 pm. I hope he likes it.
Last tidbit: Three new chicks have arrived here at the farm. DD#1, A, was the name giver this time. We now have Ellie, Grace and something that starts with a D, more of an action name, like Droopy or something. They are in with the Smokey, my angora rabbit, out in the garden house. Smokey has the run of the house, so I don't know how she will like have been intruded upon. She's a good girl, doing her "business" in her little house, leaving the door open for her to run about. I just know she loves it way better than that hutch K had made for her. Now she has to listen to chirp, chirp.
Off to knit, have a spot of tea and recover from this nasty cold...which, by the way, I never truly get sick...so it's just ironic that I get this for my time off from work. (Four years with the school district, I've never taken a sick day...I'm weird about that).