Usually, when you hear the word “wintering” you think of people flitting off to somewhere warm, usually Florida, to wait out the frigid months somewhere cold, like Chicago.
Well, I’m not doing that.
No, I’m wintering in winter. It was slow this year but it did arrive, snowy, windy baggage in hand, and here I am, looking out at a landscape that is a stark arrangement of whites to grays to blacks. Not a speck of color to be seen.
This weekend I cozied it up as best I could, as it was chilly inside and out. I baked and crocheted and I don’t know who this person is but she can keep me warm and full of sugary goodness so I’d count that as a win.
And now that we’re firmly into January, my mind turns to those writing projects so very neglected. Editing, my friends.
So much editing.
That will be my Monday, and I hope your Monday is as glorious as any Monday has a right to be.
So my 2020 optimism was, indeed, quickly thwarted by the universe. In addition to the specter of war hovering over us, I had some family stuff over the weekend I don’t really want to get into.
Everyone will be OK, but so much for optimism.
It’s a sunny, sunny day, not sure of the temperature, and I have crocheted my first two hats.
And I actually like them both. Exciting.
Today is a day of tasks I’m not looking forward to, but that seems like the very fiber of Mondays. Just a hint of what’s to come: I’ve got to clean out the fridge.
Anyway, I’m going to get going because that’s the only way to get done.
I should save it.
Have a great Monday.
So many things are done. All those scarves I decided for some reason it was a good idea to make. Probably that weird warm streak we’ve been having.
So bizarre that the year is done, I feel like I’ve zapped forward in time, to exactly the same spot a year later, this year a blur.
Though I have the blog posts to prove the days happened. Unless somehow I wrote them all at once and that’s just not likely.
Possible, maybe, but not likely.
Regardless, here we are, on the cusp of things being finished.
Before they start anew.
Have a safe New Year’s Eve, and a wonderful, happy, and productive New Year. There will be some annual fun (GET IT? ANNUAL???) tomorrow!
It is, isn’t it?
It’s been blazingly sunny for the last few days, and the temperatures relatively high for Chicago in December. And weirdly, so weirdly, I find myself…disappointed?
Is that possible?
It’s Chicago. In the winter. And there were people playing tennis this weekend. Outside.
Where the weather is.
It sounds windy, though. That’s something.
I guess when I took up trying to crochet, I assumed I’d be doing it with a perpetually-steaming mug of tea at hand, nodding knowingly at the large fluffy flakes gently drifting outside.
Then again, you know my favorite writing weather is dark and stormy, with the coziest spot being my keyboard.
It’s ever-so-slightly possible I romanticize the weather.
The reality is that, no matter the weather, things still need doing. Even if they don’t feel like the inside of a snow globe while doing them.
More’s the pity.
Have a fantastic Monday, and Happy Hanukkah if you celebrate!
I am absolutely feeling Monday. Head to toe. It’s all, all Monday.
My dreams may have had aliens or maybe it was just one creepy dude, but I’m pretty sure there was something also with tentacles? Kind of made sense at the time, but I feel like the surrealism followed me right on through to waking.
Outside looks the same as it ever did, though. It’s gray again, there’s the tiniest bit of snow on the ground but the sky looks like there’s plenty more coming. It’s only fair, it’s December, and that’s what December does.
Sky is up and ground is down, and not a sign of a tentacle, so that’s a plus.
I’ve been pressing forward with the crochet, but I got some yarn I don’t really like. It’s acrylic and not at all soft. I’m going to finish the scarf (I’m still on scarves, I’d like to get to hats at some point) and then follow some tips I found online to soften the yarn.
So we’ll see.
And that’s Monday. Editing to do, oh so much editing. Have a great day.
Well, not that dry. It’s a little damp out and very gray, but today they needed to do some kind of watery repair and so there is no water at all. None.
So I’ve fled to a place that does have water, toilets and all, and it’s put me behind but I’m going to say it’s worth it.
I like toilets that flush.
I’m pretty sure it’s still Monday, my morning was a bit of a blur, and now it’s nearly done and I feel like I’m already behind.
I take that back. Definitely a Monday.
We’ll see how the editing goes in a foreign land, where the distractions abound. I wish I had more coffee. I should have had more coffee.
I don’t think there’s enough coffee in the world.
Anyway I’m going to go Monday up my Monday. Have a wonderful day.
With all the sales last week, I had an eye on a new printer. What prompted this printer wanderlust?
Well, I got new ink for my old printer and I realized I could probably get an entirely new printer for the same price. I mean…that’s ridiculous, right?
And the truth is the old printer and I have never really seen eye-to-eye. It’s slow, so very, very slow, so slow that, when you tell it it needs to print, it thinks about it. And thinks about it. And thinks about it.
Then tells you it’s low on ink.
The scanning is so awkward. Everything about it is awkward. Still, it worked and I didn’t want to replace it until it didn’t. But then the ink became ludicrously expensive.
I admit it was slow to set up my new printer, because printer setup has always been so frustrating, but it wasn’t bad. And there it sits, all ready to go, looking so much sleeker than the previous black chunk.
Change can be good, you guys. Have a great post-holiday Monday.