Sometimes I think that my life is so boring that I wonder why I even bother. I probably should have started when I was still working. Then I would have had plenty to bitch about. But I moved away first. And, really, I am so glad I did. It is so enjoyable here. Now, when I drive back, I start to tense up as soon as I come down off the bridge. I feel like everyone wants to shit on me. Not my family, of course. And on the way back home, I get such a wonderful feeling of happiness and calm when I get to the bridge.
This the view from my family room.
It was only in the mid fifties when we went for our walk today. I guess Autumn is finally here. Can Winter be far behind? At least I have plenty of warm socks. I was looking at my sock yarn this morning, trying to decide which one to use next. I have also been looking at shawl patterns to use the lace weight yarn I bought at Knitter’s Nest. It was hard to drag myself back to the baby socks. I finished one sock of the third pair of baby socks. I finished cutting all the pieces for the small quilt and started sewing. Can I get any more boring?
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 
