Ramble, Ramble

Maddie is giving me the evil eye across the room. I don't know why, but I'm sure she doesn't either, so I guess everything is okay.

Today has been slothful and full of television. When I got up, it was too cold to feel motivated, and after I showered, I realized that it was probably even colder outside (though I may very well be wrong about that last conclusion, what with the no heat in our apartment thing), so what was the point in going out? I can handle a good degree of chill in the air outside, but when I'm faced with a frigid building/house/room, I am oddly frozen in place. Coincidence or pun, I am not sure. Perhaps I will feel a stronger pull to go outside tomorrow.

I think that if I could conceive of a good place to go and just hang out that didn't require me to spend money, I would have better impetus to go there, you know? To go to a cafe or coffeeshop, one must buy a snack, meal, or beverage. To go to a yarn store, one must be either interested in buying something or willing to chat with anyone who enters. I like many of the staffers at my LYS, but I don't always want to chat in order to spend time somewhere. Can one go to the library and sit and knit or is that frowned upon? On weekends, I often consider hopping onto one of the regional rail lines and riding the train until the end of the line so I have somewhere to knit in relative peace (SEPTA allows anyone with a transpass to ride the regional rail for no extra charge on weekends). I guess I don't do that because it implies a serious time committment. Trains run infrequently on the weekends, so if I felt the need to turn around at any point along the way, I might have to wait a while for an inbound train to collect me.

Ramble ramble.

(Or wrangle, wrangle.)

So anyhow, I'm here at home doing not much. I am working on the last few rounds of a proto-type hat pattern. It's a really nice pattern (nothing especially complicated), and I've gotten some compliments on it from non-knitters. When I'm done with that, I'm going to finish up the first in a pair of socks I was working on for my grandmother's birthday. It's been sitting in wait for a few weeks, but I'd like to get a few more things off my needles, so I'm going to try and do that. I hate having 18 billion projects in the works, you know? In order to unclutter the project section of my brain, I'm also going to be frogging some truly languishing UFOs soon. Why make myself feel guilty with my good intentions that never materialized?

Slackluster

You know, it's funny how much time I spend thinking about knitting at work and throughout the day. Then, when I get home, I waste so much time watching tv and doing nothing. There's so much I want to do...why am I not doing it?

One would think that after all these years of longing to be more disciplined and focussed in my life, I would have actually managed to make some kind of headway. Some part of me wants to try again like I did in college...with my lists and setting goals and such. I'm not sure that it made much/any difference, but I often felt productive back then, and that has to mean something.

I just think that if I bothered to put as much effort into knitting as I do into thinking about and planning for knitting, I would have more finished objects. And perhaps I would feel more of a sense of accomplishment. I guess I don't know where to draw the line in my time between slacking and doing the things I enjoy.

Awesomeness for Today

1. I got to chat with Dave from Chub Creek and some other dinks in the Dink Chat this evening. I could hardly contain my squees of joy. Woot!

2. My super awesome secret pal sent me a box of vegan chocolate. Big thumbs up for free sweets that I can eat! Thanks a whole lot pal! You rock!