As the storm has moved from Hurricane to Nor’easter, so have I…
…from baking to knitting.
I have washed my last measuring cup for the day and have gone back to my felted scarf I am in the process of knitting. It is a nice ombre of pinks and such, as I needed a pop of color to go with my black leather jacket. I couldn’t wait to start it, and have gotten a third of the way.
It’s funny how a storm gets different actions from different folks. Shingleman is out checking in with neighbors, and is making a list for himself for chores to do in the morning, since he is off too.
Me? I am arm-pit deep in Sandy. I remember storms past, if my folks were around, or I was on my own, and watching them on tv. I think I have kept the tv on in the background to serve as a soundtrack to the memory, as it were. The girls and I get out to walk, and , as mentioned earlier, I bake, blog, or knit. ….and relax.
Don’t get me wrong: I am praying for friends and neighbors who are riding the storm out, but with the travel restrictions and time off?
Life is good.