I used to write often. I used to write all kinds of things. There used to be pictures.
I started to write again, but it wasn't quite working.
I knit still.... socks for Africa, a shawl for a friend, Cece for me....
I plan to knit more.... socks for Africa, a shawl for me, a cardigan, perhaps socks or maybe a cozy scarf for a Frog.
I've been spinning too.... enjoying the zen that comes from the rhythm of flick, draw and wind on or the comforting movement of the treadles beneath my feet.
Racing is over for the year I think... the last one is set for next Sat Oct 10, but I expect it to be cancelled because the weather has suddenly turned very cold and there's snow in the forecast. I love the racing... the adrenalin and power... the friendships... days outside laughing.... I think I may finish 2nd in the points race this year, especially true if there isn't an event next weekend because my lead over 3rd is slight. I'm proud of myself, of what I've accomplished in a short time, of being able to compete.
My camera is broken, and although I could use the one in my phone, it's a pain to upload and move images so I tend not to. Trust me.... Africa's birthday socks were pretty. Fall in Alberta is pretty.
Other things in my life aren't so pretty to look at and they're taking up a lot of my energy. I'm quite drained of emotion and of life and of light right now. It's a lonely place, despite having been blessed with the best friends in the world. The internet is not the place to work through this time and so...