Ennui

Is that spelled right? My French is terrible.



The point is, I'm bored. I've spent most of the past week wishing I was at home, and now that I am home, I wish I was somewhere else. There's a mountain of laundry, my lawn is the only one on the block that needs to be mowed, and if I don't get at that cat box shortly, I do believe I will be the recipient of some nasty gifts. Never mind all the other things I should do.



I'm not even excited about knitting. Since I finished Icarus, I've done a row or two on the toe-up socks and completed these:




Three and a half inches from heel to toe. Tiny little socks, and more than a bit fiddly. These are for my niece, Mini J, in honour of her first birthday. Which was 10 days ago, but she doesn't know the difference. I left the rest of her present in a taxi on Friday night, but that's a whole other story. It was not knitting, so no great loss.



I wish my brothers would give me permission to post pictures. Trust me, I have the most adorable, clever, strong-minded nieces in the world. It is a privilege to be a part of their lives. Mini J's dad asked me today when I was moving back to the hometown, so they could get free baby-sitting. I did not have an answer, because I could never live there again. Not even for the babies.



However, I can't believe I haven't mentioned this earlier! Next Sunday and Monday, I'm taking a spinning workshop. If I get permission, I will take lots of pictures and post all the gory details. The timing is horrible, and the last thing I need is another hobby, but I am so excited about this opportunity. I tried spinning (for five minutes) about four years ago in Nova Scotia (yes, I planned part of the trip around yarn), and the woman who let me try said that she'd never seen anybody pick it up so quickly. Let's hope this is true and not another crochet experience. It's a fabulous group of women and it will be a lovely treat.



I've been threatening to chuck it all in and start a sheep farm. If the spinning goes well, I might leave the job from hell and do just that. That would be an incentive to move back to Nodnarb. I know a guy who would sell me some land. Real cheap too. Very favourable terms (like I'll look after you when you are old, Dad).