Erka+Days

I have ten years of journal entries on my desk top. What to do, what to do with such history? The bulk of my ancient hand coded site is gone to swirl amidst letters, colors and links in the land of the lost digits. But my writing down of the family bones remains. I have the urge to upload a few every time I write here, which would encourage me to write and refloat my life into the vortex of web. But why?

I got to thinking this through after the Pop sat on the ancient leather couch to share a moment of our eldest caught in a blue spiral binder. He read aloud a Moo journal from her sixth grade plastic seated desk. It is a rarity that we are caught just sitting, reading aloud. I was spinning, Pop was taking a break from the basement of doom where he unearthed the journal. My daughter wrote about dance, plans, her brother, her classmates, my cooking, spelling pain, the disadvantages of sitting too close to a good friend, despised plastic seated desks and the family. Positive straight forward contemplation. I am left with a smile on my face.

I have begun to knit the top down garter stitch yoke vest (short rows version) by naganasu… I am adding pleats to the front…. nice to knit.