One Day at a Time

 

You know you've let a project stay in time out too long when you have to dust it off. I finally took Number 23 down off the shelf and gave it a few rows worth of attention after I had The Mister tucked in for a morning nap.

The deal that I made with myself is that I only work on the mini advent sweaters while I'm watching an Arne and Carlos podcast. They haven't had many during the summer so poor #23 has languished. I watched the one where they introduced their new needle set. Of course I want it but thankfully it's no where to be found to buy. The last thing I need are more needles but still.......

Since Mother Nature has handed us more warm weather I built myself a knitting stand. I can't bear to put this heavy woolly stuff in my lap but it needs to get done so I've got it in a Chewy flat box on top of the pile so it can stay just where it is while I work on it. From top to bottom: Big Gray Blob, Bon Amie and Ridarri. If I just get a few rows on each a day I feel much better for it. 

A few rows may be asking a bit too much because as soon as I settle down someone always needs something. No complaints. He seems to be doing better everyday but I do owe my dad an apology. He did have dementia at the end but I thought he was batsh*t crazy way before then. Seeing how The Mister is behaving on those $%&$! Percocets, I'm now pretty much convinced it was Daddio's daily intake of that particular drug that created a lot of the problems we had. He lived on them-which explains a lot.