This was us on Thursday. My house sold, so Bruce and I have finally moved the rest of my “stuff” to West Brookfield. And a storage unit. And a garage full of boxes. I kept trying to convince him that if I had been able to do without all of this for a number of years, maybe I didn’t need any of it. Couldn’t I just give it all away? Sigh. I think you can guess what I’ll be doing this winter. But just how many hangers do you need?

I pulled my head out of a box long enough to open a package from Inglenook Fibers earlier in the week. It contained 3 braids that I’ll show you later on, as well as 12 small bags of fiber for a 12-day spinning adventure. My first instinct was to rip open every bag, but after 1, 2 and 5, I decided that I’d hold off and actually open them up and spin them in order and then decide later what they will be.

Bag 1 spun up like a dream. I decided to pull out my Electric Eel for this, as I’m able to get a super fine yarn.

I’m also making progress on Capstone sweater 2. Very happy with the inkle band that will be the button band. I’ve ordered several buttons to try. Hopefully I’ll find something just right.

I’m also still in the process of redoing the collar on the other sweater. I’m just not happy with the back-neck join after trying grafting and a 3-needle bind-off. The only problem in working with the Donegal Tweed is that it’s very shreddy if you try to “un-knit.” That means that every time I take out the seam I need to pull back a couple of rows of knitting in order to get a clean-looking edge to work from. The first time I took out the seam I just knit it back up again, and it looked like the dog had been chewing on it!

Since I’ve been otherwise occupied, I haven’t given much thought to Thanksgiving dinner. This photo is giving me some inspiration. Since it will just be the two of us this year, I’m not tempted to do the mega-meal at all, but there must be pumpkin pie.

And speaking of Thanksgiving — it is one of the days of the year that we are supposed to count our blessings. I have almost too many to count this year, but first, thank you to all of you readers. I know some of you are anxious for the book to arrive, but like so many things this year, it’s caught in a Covid delay. Next, to friends and family for unending support. You keep me going.

I guess we’ll all be glad to see the end of 2020 because of the terrible loss of life to the virus, unimaginable and distressing politics, and the stress of modern living. I am, however, thankful to be still here. Time for lunch!