I’m going to go off on a tangent before I even get started today. I discovered something pretty wonderful this weekend. I closed myself in my bedroom to fold laundry and realized that I could actually listen to something on my computer while I folded because my stepdad recently gave me a laptop computer. I keep this computer in my bedroom and use it for writing in the evening after I put Silas to bed. With the exception of music, when I think of listening to something I think of audiobooks. I haven’t been able to focus on an audiobook in ages though. On this particular laundry filled evening, I remembered the whole “podcast” thing. I am way behind the times in many areas, so I can’t even tell you what a podcast is exactly, but I had the brilliant idea to Google “Stephanie McPhee podcast.” Then I folded my laundry while listening to her explain to a group of knitters why knitting is so AWESOME in scientific terms. Listening to Stephanie lay it all out the way she does (maybe I’ve read this stuff in one of her books too–this reminds me that I definitely need to order her new book) I got super excited and folded my laundry at lightning speed while thinking of how I could change the world or at least my family if I could get them all knitting. I have to figure out a way to get my mom to listen to this podcast. She’s NOT a knitter. In fact she is kind of horrified at the thought of me knitting something for her. She doesn’t want me to go to all that “trouble.” (trouble??) She doesn’t understand that if I didn’t regularly go to the trouble of knitting, as in several times each day, that I probably wouldn’t be able to function in this little shoe of a house filled with a half dozen excited kids.
So, I’m trying to figure out how to convince my mom that she needs to learn to knit. I just know it would change her life (I’m not saying she has a bad one, but there’s always room for improvement, especially if you don’t know how to knit, hee hee.) The first step is to “go to the trouble” of knitting her something pretty from some fine merino wool. I don’t think she’s every owned a hand knit. Next I need to get her to listen to the evidence. Steps one and two will take me a couple of months, so I have plenty of time to come up with step three.
We had company on Saturday so my house is in this strange but temporary sort of extra clean state. The only way I can think to tie this to my introductory tangent, is that my friend who visited with her family is a knitter too. At any rate, regarding the tidy house, Monday is sure to erase my weekend efforts.
Silas was in high spirits because he loves women, and on company day there were three more women in the house than usual. These kind and generous friends spent the day helping us clear a huge branch that was broken and wedged into one of the maple trees in front of our house. This was the most significant damage that we suffered from that big storm last month because of the proximity to our house. My friend’s husband knows trees and he devoted his Saturday to helping Jonny. We are so very grateful. Grateful for the help, and grateful for friends.
Larkspur discovered a cardinal fledgling in one of our maple trees. At first we were afraid that it needed rescue. I guess I was really the only one who was “afraid.” Afraid of having to drive to the animal rehabilitator’s house again. Thankfully a quick google search assured us that this baby didn’t need intervention. After a few minutes it flew across the street.
What? One photo isn’t enough? Not to worry. I took dozens.
p.s. It didn’t hit me until Jonny discovered Beatrix “decorating” the blender today, but she hasn’t drawn on her face in more than a week. I think that I would prefer for her to draw on herself than on household appliances though. She gets a bath everyday anyway.