It turned really cold last week and I was scrambling to find a warm but thin sweater to wear teaching. Nothing! I don’t see how this is possible, but I own a Tardis of a cedar chest and everything in it was wrong for this or that reason. Too heavy. Not wool. Moth-eaten (I evidently had an infestation a few years back and didn’t know it, and every now and then, I find the unhappy evidence of it). Too big. Too small. Not dressy enough. I’ve been saying for a year that I’m going to knit myself some perfect sweaters so that this won’t happen to me on chilly Tuesday and Thursday mornings, and so far, no. So I took down a sweater’s worth of wool from the attic and despite myriad other commitments, I swear to you now that I am going to cast on for one today. I also ordered yarn while WEBS was donating a percentage to Hurricane Sandy. I have a lot of yarn, but not a lot of sweater quantities. That must change if I am to make sweaters.
Aside from the early snow, the weather’s improved, and I’ve been trying to clear things out of my WIP pile for the end of the year. I’m not knitting too many Christmas gifts this season, citing personal crisis. Husband wants a sweater from Knits Men Want, but I told him it wouldn’t be ready for Christmas and wouldn’t he rather wait until we can go to Harrisville or Vermont and get him the Shetland he wants for it. He would. I may make him a hat, since he’s started wearing his hair cropped close and has been complaining of cold when it isn’t really that cold outside. The baby will get his blanket, and the six-year-old hasn’t asked for anything, but outgrew the wool socks I made him last year, so perhaps that. The women of my clan will get to choose from some FOs from last year.
I thought about doing NaBloPoMo. Then I forgot about it for a week, and now it seems pointless. That’s the way things have been lately. I hear the growing chorus of “You need to slow down!” Nobody has a lot of solid ideas on how to do that, though.
I’m teaching more than usual this fall, and the workload snowed me under. Fork on another crisis or two and the aftermath of the last one, and I collapse into bed every night and limp to the finish every week. This is a temporary situation, I know, but I do long for a time in my life when temporary situations last a few hours or a week at most, rather than for months and possibly years. Viewed that way, this whole life is a temporary situation, and I am not yet at an age where I can think to myself, boy, it’ll sure be a relief when this is over.
I’ve been knitting. I’m 3/4 of the way through a pair of Phalangees in the green-and-gray colorway, which are coming out nicely even if I’m having trouble keeping my gauge loose enough. I’m also 3/4 done with the Hudson’s Bay blanket and aiming to put that one under the tree for the baby’s Christmas. Though I know he’ll never know the difference, it still helps me to be motivated by the deadline. I spent a lot of hours knitting that blanket while my husband was in the hospital last spring, and it’s something I feel like will be an important part of my younger son’s history. It’s occurred to me more than once that he won’t ever remember what his dad was like before the stroke. To him, there is only After. I hope he isn’t affected by such an unsettled year as we’ve had. It’s been tough on the kids, to be sure. We work hard to make everything steady and routine and unworrisome, but they know. They see. It can’t not be scary. I’d have been scared when I was their age. My older son worries, I know, but it never comes out as worry. It comes out as severe irritation that owing to Hurricane Sandy, trick-or-treating will be this Saturday instead of tonight.
I’m not feeling the Halloween this year. I usually like it better, but between the storm and unscheduled hospital time, I’ve got enough real fear happening that I don’t need to make any up. But I don’t think I’m going to have any trouble with Thankful Month. Or Tongue Awareness Month, depending on whether you observe (though it’s almost impossible not to…now).