YOU NEVER KNOW

We are trying to regain our footing - attempting to return to normalcy.  It's especially difficult when you've lost a parent, and, in Scott's case, he is now an 'orphan' as both of his parents are gone.  Sadness comes for an extended visit, as well as depression and full-body exhaustion.  But we keep going forward because we must, and the alternative is unthinkable. 
 I awoke with a start this morning!  I'd fallen asleep on the couch and the clock read 5:30am!  Uh-oh ... did Scott leave w/o saying good morning and good bye?  NO!  He had turned off the alarm and slept through.  I woke him up and hurried to make coffee and a lunch - he raced out of the door with the speed of an olympiad!  Later, he called.  A flat tire on route 84, in the middle of rush hour at 85mph - Someone is watching over this man...

It occurs to me that we need to get our 'affairs' in order.  That may sound morbid, or worse, but, really, you just never know.  Scott raced off this morning and, God willing, returned this evening.  But that scenario is just plain grace, and I know it.  Anyone who lives in the vicinity of rtes 84 and 684 KNOW what the score is.  People perish all of the time.  Thankfully, Scott wields a big bad diesel truck and is an excellent driver.  AND I have to believe that the Universe still cares.

This is Punta yarn.  Bulky, gorgeous and unapologetically seductive... sitting in a bowl of unshucked black beans ... we all need diversion, and here it is - thoughts of blown tires slip away ...

The beans from my garden are pretty, yes?  Anyway, this morning I cast on for a copy-cat knit - I follow this brilliant gal - jellidonut, and she is knitting  'Vanessa' headbands.  Good stuff.  I never know what to do with bulky yarn, but this makes sense.

A little break-from-work knitting.  It grows at an alarming rate!  Size 11 needles make my hands ache, make me long for a project that demands size 4 or 5 smooth Lantern Moons!  It must be time to start that incredible Sunday Knits sweater - Adams Rib or Little Riding Hoodie.  Go have a look ...

I pulled leeks from the garden and some parsley.  My intention was to concoct a leek pasta or leek and potato soup, but the cooking mojo has vanished.  I'm hoping that it returns this weekend so that I can make and freeze the last of the summer bounty.

I am experiencing an intense 'vanilla' period whereby I am drawn to all things neutral and soothing.  Undemanding.  The riotous colors of autumn are thrilling, but my soul desires the absence of drama.  The Vanessa headband may be the last bit of crimson that I will use for a while.  Again, you never know.