Time is rolling along steadily every day. The darkness is closer each day. I don't care for the time change thing, but I know that when I wake up, I look out the window by the bed. If it is dark, I can't get motivated to move very fast. Sometimes I go to the bathroom and go back to bed.
There are all kinds of things to read about following your own rhythms. I know that I do follow mine. Some days I can't get up early, some I can. Most nights I can't get to sleep very easily. I read a lot at night. I don't have a clock or a sign or anything that says, "Hurry up! Get UP!" The only thing that notes the time is Noodles. He likes his morning snack by 8 am.
Today was Recycling Day, so I made a brave move. I put a stack of old knitting magazines in the bin. I know I could re-home them somehow. I am not going to worry about it. They went into the bin. With Ravelry so accessible now, I don't have to hoard all those old magazines. I did save the Archaeology magazine that has the article about the unwrapping of an incan mummy. They show all the spindles, weaving things, seeds, dye material, etc. that was wrapped in various layers. I'm keeping that. Don't ask why.
We are now in our rainy Fall period. We badly needed the rain, but why does it come when it is getting darker? Now it is really, really dark, gloomy, and wet. We have not had our first frost yet. I haven't put the stuff in the mowers that keeps them okay through the winter. Got that on the list.
I finished the Sanquhar Sampler as much as I am going to finish. it. Plan B works for me. I knit an edge on one side, added buttonholes, and now it is going to be a pillow. I think it came out pretty nice.
I am also now taking a little rest from the scarf and the sweater to knit some baby hats. A good friend told me her 42-year-old daughter is expecting her first child in April. So I am making them a bit large just in case she needs to save the hats for the Fall next year. There is nothing cuter and faster than making baby hats.
I found some old wool dyed a LONG time ago. So I am spinning that up. The wool is coarser than I am used to. So it may be designated for weaving yarn. I like my knitting yarns to be soft and cuddly. This is not-it is coarse.
I am writing again. I am also dreaming stories again. I am happy to be doing that. I think I am ready to tackle putting together another book of stories. The first one was really my initiation, and it was as unpleasant as initiations are. I will have to find a better publisher/editor. There were so many mistakes in the printing. It is something to think about this winter.
I am ready to make some quilted placemats for Christmas. I think I found the perfect fabric the other day in the thrift store. I found a HUGE shirt with a small eyelet pattern that was the best Christmas red color. I immediately thought it would make the perfect backing for placemats. I have some cotton batting, so all I have to do is get some Christmas material for the top. Put that one on my list this week.
I guess I am almost ready for hibernation. I need to get more canned food for the pantry. I have made some applesauce for the freezer. I dehydrated the last of the apples last week. That is stored in the freezer. I know there are still apples in the grocery store. I may get some more to put up. I love dehydrated apples on my oatmeal. I need to check out the cranberries too. I like to keep at least one bag in the freezer. They are great for breads. It is the weather to start baking bread again. I have to check my supplies and make sure I have everything I need. I know I have some yeast in the freezer, but perhaps I need more. I'll have to check.
I don't know why I am so hungry for bread pudding. I do have some cubed bread in the freezer, but I think it is stale by now.
While I am out tomorrow I will have to get another sack of sunflower seeds for the birds. They are now moving into feeding mode. All the flowers are gone; the seeds are pretty much gone; the bugs are moving under the leaves now. We still have ticks out. Ugh! I will have to make some suet for the woodpeckers now. The season is changing.
This weekend is the Hunt and Roll at Mirkwood. I am not going. I really don't like to camp out when it is rainy and cold. I remember weekends waking up and snow being on the tents and the moisture inside is frozen. I remember sleeping with my water bottle to keep it from freezing. I guess I am really getting old. It does not sound appealing anymore. I like the food, the company, the fun-I don't like the weather any more.
Well-just muttering along. It is late now. Time to go to bed and read a bit. Happy middle of the week.