Tired today after a lazy week of watching quite a bit of curling (the Men’s World Curling Championships) while knitting (finished two toques), followed by an intense 20-hour visit from Anna and Cam, who brought almost all their stuff from PEI in preparation for their move back to Nova Scotia in a couple weeks. With the contents of their house scattered all over our house, it looks like this place has been picked up and shaken, but I’m so thrilled to get them back I couldn’t care less.
Completely unrelated photo I took of Canada Geese:
I didn’t just sit and knit, of course, much as I would love that. I cook six days a week (Foster cooks the seventh) and bake and clean bathrooms and do laundry and vacuum and dust and shop and pay bills and work in the garden and am continuously engaged in a losing battle against dishes and random stuff left on every flat surface. I thought housework would be a breeze once the kids were grown, but I was wrong. It’s easier, yes, but I can never get over what a mess things become if I dare to focus on something else for a day or two. It’s baffling.
A variety of birds like to sit in a tree right outside the west living room window, which is beside “my” spot on the couch, and they often seem to enjoy the company. This Blue Jay, for instance, sat watching me for at least an hour:
I’ve been pretty absorbed in We Solve Murders by Richard Osman and have been looking for new meal ideas in The Weekday Vegetarians by Jenny Rosenstrach. Shakespeare studies shall resume now that the curling has finished. Next up is A Midsummer Night’s Dream.