My Path

A Path is an interesting thing. It can be a life choice, a life misson, or a route to get from point A to point B and back again. It can meander all over the place or it can be a straight line.

I love my path, absolutely love it, unless I'm carrying a 5 gal. bucket of water because the pump in the barn is frozen again. Then it gets tricky. My path is an odd 60' long. Actually that's a rough guess, as in estimating anything over 6" I'm pretty much lost. Mostly it's a straight line, however as the snow falls and I have to slog through it (and around critters, lawn chairs, or dog piles) it may take a more meandering type of direction.

It starts at the chaotic insanity of my people world, and takes me to the serene serenity of my critter world, my barn. I don't know where in the 60' roughly estimated path the transformation takes place, there's an invisible door, but I can tell everyday when I've walked through it. (or lately, slid through it). And a funny thing happens on the way back, the door all but disappears and my world is all quiet and serene.... UNTIL.......
SOMEONE WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS and for no reason I can think of other than to bother me, sees fit to tear a hole through my path with his bulldozer or snow plow or quad. Now, I ask you, does the yard really need to be plowed? Or is it just a matter of a big boy playing with a big toy. Never mind, don't answer that. It's an ongoing issue every winter. Oh well.

I'm almost done with Blondie's sweater. I'm afraid of it. I don't like it and I'm sure it knows it. I don't like the yarn and I don't like the pattern, but on the off chance that the Yarn Karma hasn't caught up with me yet, don't tell. This sweater has seriously taken me soooo long to finish. Why? We've been through this, I don't like it! And if I get it all sewn together and it doesn't fit and I have to tear it apart to reknit parts of it, I will not be happy. At that point the Yarn Karma WILL know about it.

On a more positive note, I made some yarn this past weekend.
I found a sweater in our thrift shop that had glorious colors, but the design... not so much. And it is mohair! So I bought it and tore it apart. Then took bits and pieces from my stash to add to it and tied it all together and rolled it all up again. I LOVE IT. It hasn't told me what it wants to be when it grows up, which is ok, cause I have a few other projects on the needles currently, and I have a feeling that the Yarn Karma is gonna come back to bite me!

Tomorrow: Frozen Dirt!! Bet you can't wait eh?