The weather just can't seem to settle down here. Last weekend, I spent every minute I could on the back patio, spinning and knitting. But then, much of the week was gray and stormy - lots of wind and very wet rain (I don't care what anyone says, some rain is just wetter than other rain). And yesterday, when I went to La Jolla after dropping Older Daughter off at a workshop, it was blustery and cold and the ocean was very big (I don't care what anyone says about that, either - sometimes the ocean is bigger than usual).
It was so cold, even the pelicans weren't doing much in the way of flying.
So I walked along the shore, watching everyone else, all bundled up, walking along at the same time. I particularly enjoyed all the parents out with young children, following them along in their boundless energy, heedless of the cold. I remember exactly what that was like, walking with Older Daughter along the Marina in San Francisco, with Rick's grandmother - as if it were yesterday. And it struck me suddenly: it does feel like yesterday, but there I was, having just dropped my daughter off at a workshop on seismic engineering at UCSD. And as inarticulate and dorky as it sounds, all I could think was:
When did that happen? I remember so clearly what it was like when she was barely walking. Heck, let's be fair - I remember what it was like to be 14, and nervous and scared and doing something new with people I didn't know. Isn't it odd to carry all of these people inside - each of them an iteration of "me"?
I guess cold ocean air messes with my brain.
Meanwhile, don't those colors look familiar?
I've been doing some sampling today on my wheel, but I will write more about that next time. I've also been knitting away on Vitamin D:
I rather like the radial increases on the yoke; they also are used to make the front panels swingy. I'm tempted, should I make this an elbow-length sleeve, to do something similar towards the end of the sleeve, to make them a little bell-like. Again, time will tell.
Meanwhile, dark and stormy seas aside, I came home to find that Rick had bought these at the farmer's market. It's clearly spring somewhere!