Erka+Days

As of today, we have been married for 29 years and one day. Been living with the Pop 33 years. Happy anniversary.

Dinner at Paesano’s with the Neen and the Pop to celebrate. I got roses. Red ones. 12 of them. We returned to our respective evening pass times after dinner. Me listening to the radio and spinning, Neen and the Pop talking back to the hockey game. Both ate frozen tamales for dessert.

Began spinning dark gray llama. Interesting and very hairy compared to the merino top. Just an novice observation. I plan on plying it with a wooly mixture of green, maroon, blue. I had to smack myself as I almost began popping the orange locks in. Now that I have slept on it. I think I will.

Neen will be staying in Viareggio. A stones throw from Livorno, Pisa, Sienna, Campiglia Marittima and Piombino. He is getting excited and has begun packing, getting certified to drive from Nice to Italy and has begun interviewing for his ethnography in between 11 mile runs around town. Won’t be long before we are hauling him to the airport and returning to cooking for two.

Moo is looking forward to coming stateside for a visit. She has plans to buy pregnant person clothing and wants me to take every single day off that she will be here.

I walked yesterday through the local cemetery. In the past this walk has been a nice pastoral ramble with some history thrown in. Now it is a reminder of my family losses. And I wanted nothing more than to get out of the cemetery or sit down and cry for a few minutes. I know that the wind chimes pushed me over the edge. Birds and flowers and trees helped me along. There is a most awesome ancient white dogwood there to be admired.
I won’t be walking through there for a while.

Today I will stroll down to the mill and relieve them of some wool. Orange wool.

I have decided that I will someday get a Majacraft Rose or Suzie. My mind has been made up. Any Spinning Wheel fairies listening in have heard my desire, so have at it.

Over the weekend we did the garden, planted the spuds and fennel, lettuce and beets, peas and poppies, oh and leeks and onions. Each day that I drive past the garden with out stopping in I get a demerit. But it has been so very cold, down right in the 30′s at night time. Too cold to plant tomatoes or beans. Perhaps later this week… And the garlic, holy shit the garlic is serious.

knitting the handspun vest is so almost done I can feel it.