Me and the monstrous bag of yarn

One of the reasons I'm really starting to enjoy my new living situation is the amount of space I have for yarn. Okay, it's true, I'm a semi-single yarnie with few bills and no real social hobbies (except yarn), which means I technically didn't need a two bedroom, two bath duplex. There were a couple of options in a nearby town with more stuff to do and more people to do it with. But I'm enjoying these quiet times where I can just luxuriate in the fact that I'm a packrat (in the genus and species of a military brat who needs to see familiar things). Pics to come later.

Currently starting the Wheel of Time books. My buddy-coworker-former roomie bellatrix has been subtly nudging me towards this series for some time; it's taking me awhile to get into it. I'm still in the process of putting up all my stuff, have a strict self-imposed bedtime (2130), and need to practice Christmas music for church and my own amusement. Oh, and NANOWRIMO is starting up. I'm going to be working on a story by myself for NaNo this year. It's about a boy...I think this is the first time I've written something from a guy's perspective. He's a high school teacher in his hometown who has to go sleuthing when his best friend disappears. I've been toying with this particular idea for years, experimenting with certain elements, tweaking certain autobiographical situations to create something interesting. I'm awfully confident about this one...we'll see.


I've noticed that living alone has brought back that old familiar silent feeling, as if the whole of reality is waiting to respond to one's ordinary life. There is a certain narcissism in it, as if I'm being recorded by someone or something. Or maybe it's just an metaphysical acknowledgement of the spiritual realm. Dunno

Semper Reformada

Tomorrow I trek down to Tehachapi to get ready for the fiber retreat Dr. Gemma (of Cogknitive podcasting fame) and Straphanging have been planning for the last three months. I've oogled the goodies, got my hotel room, and dug around for stuff to contribute for the raffle.

And lost my super amazing, extravagant little cone of yak yarn. I'm nearly in tears, seriously.

Oh, and ants have invaded my room. For what has to be the tenth time this week.

I really need this break to refocus and take a load off. Le sigh.

Oh, yeah, and I'm moving next weekend. Fun, fun, fun.