Nothing fabulous to report this morning, but I am musing on the following things.
1) How our house can be so dang cold at 8am in the morning. It's 60 in the living room. I have the mini-heater on in the office and my fingers are freezing. I think i had better knit myself a pair of fingerless gloves as well.
2) Do African Violets have a life-span? We have one that we've had since New York City - Omar, our wonderful roommate, was going to throw it away (i think it was an office gift or something) and Steve decided to save it. I don't think it actually bloomed until we lived in Richmond, and then somehow it made it across the country in the back of the Honda when it was 100+ degrees in the desert. It bloomed wonderfully in the apartment on Hueneme Street - something about the light in the living room window. And now, the poor thing has 4 dead leaves. I think it's toast. And the other violet that we received from Mara's mom years ago is blooming fine. Not that African violets aren't $2 at any local stores, but this one has a history. Maybe it's just come to its end. Kinda sad when you think about it.
Then again, when i think about it - we lived in NYC almost 6 years ago. Six years? Has it really been that long since I've strolled down the wide sidewalks, avoiding other harried pedestrians, walking faster than I ever walked down a city block in my life, knowing exactly which subway lines would get me to where I was going the fastest. Hmmm. Nostalgia for places been. That's another Godot-like sentiment, funny enough. But I digress.
3) Should you be picky when you are selling something on Craigslist? We are trying to get rid of my old desktop computer, monitor, and printer. After I posted everything for a mere $125, I received 4 emails, the first one being one from someone with a blah blah computers.com address. After googling said company, I found they are a local company that sets people up with systems. Frankly, i have no desire to sell my computer to someone who is going to re-sell it for more money to someone else! I know that's stupid - I mean please, that's what yard sale, antique dealers, swat meets, etc are all for - but really... Oh well. We'll see. I might just up and donate it to my local elementary school. Although, sadly, you know they 1) need it, but 2) won't be able to use it because of some stupid rule that the school is supposed to have all the same, or the hardware won't work, or something bureaucratic like that.
Let's see, the cold, the plant, craigslist. Yep. That about does it for me ranting this morning. I must make more tea so I can warm up my fingers. I can't feel my right hand very much, which makes for sloppy typing.
I don't actually know if any of you care to read any of this, but selfishly, it's a nice way to journal in the morning (journaling - wow, something i haven't done in years) and a way to start me writing. However, i have a feeling the moment i try to start my second qualifying paper, everything will go to pieces. Oh well. It IS a little early to write about blackness and performance, isn't it? That's why African violets and the cold seem much more tangible and immediate.
Thug Life, ya'll.
And here's the hat I made for myself in December, after realizing that babies all over California had been getting handmade hats from me, and I hadn't knitted myself one in awhile. (So selfish, I know). I even made it out of this new yarn that I love making the baby hats out of because it's so soft. It's Bamboo yarn - yes, made from bamboo fibers and it's pretty wonderful. The hat has stretched out a bit, but it's great in the mornings when I'm sitting at the computer and cold, as well as our excursions on the tandem to the grocery store. You can't really see the pattern in the second picture, but there is a diamond pattern running across the middle.
