This is just a quick post (I think - who knows what'll happen once I start typing). It's that time of year when things can start to feel sort of frayed and scattered. And of course, what I'm feeling is nothing compared to what the people of Boston have been going through, or those in West (Texas). Last week was a terrible week for so many people. I spent a lot of last week having (as one might imagine) a lot of reactions to what felt like a deluge of around-the-clock bad news; I wasn't sure what to say about it, but it turns out I don't have to, because Erica wrote a post that really says everything I could have wanted to say, except more clearly.
I was feeling pretty frayed and scattered even before that, and I've been working pretty consistently on reminding myself to be here and now, not all the other places that my mind wants to go. For me, the best way to remember that is to get my feet onto dirt. So I've been trying to get myself (and Tilly - honestly, there is no better companion when seeking mindfulness than a dog; dogs definitely know how to stay in the moment) onto the trail at least a couple of times each week. And my trails have certainly offered me a lot to pay attention to! The weather has been a bit crazed. Lots and lots of fog for a long time.
The hillsides have shifted from purples and greens to reds. The monkey flowers are out in full force.
Knitting continues. The sweater has grown large and unwieldy enough to make bad meeting knitting. I thought I'd finished the hood, but when I tried it on, it was too small, so I picked out the kitchener stitching in the top and am adding some length. I'm worried about the sleeves, as well, as they seem short to me (even though they're the same length as the body to the armscyes), but I'm going to finish up the zipper bands and icord trim and see how it fits with that added width in the body. If that doesn't straighten out the fit of the sleeves, I'll snip out a stitch and add some length before grafting the cuffs back on (and thanks to Erica for that suggestion!).
But, as I said, it does mean that this no longer makes good meeting knitting. So I cast on for a pair of Lady Treymour socks (from Clara Parkes' Knitters Book of Socks). Pictures of those next time, but I have to admit that the charm of knitting socks again (which I haven't done for some time) means that I haven't just been saving them for meetings - I need to start focusing on this sweater again if I want to finish it before I run out of fog.