Merriam-Webster defines logjam as “a jumble of logs jammed together in a watercourse” and, alternatively, as a “deadlock, impasse”, “blockage”, “jam” or “crowd”. Maybe I’ve just got logging on the brain since I started reading “Last Night in Twisted River” by John Irving, but logjam seems like an appropriate word to assess the current tide of life out here in the great north woods. The torrent of ideas, events, projects, and thoughts I’ve been wanting to share has been building behind the world’s biggest bottleneck (time) for quite a while now, jostling and bumping around in the flow of my mind and threatening to flood its banks if relief doesn’t come soon.
Like a typical right-brainer, I figure I’d better start at the beginning….
The quality and quantity of time available to me for daily activities has been in a strange state of flux since late September when preschool started. That’s right. Preschool. Knittymunchkin is in PRESCHOOL. WTF?! How the hell did that happen? I was anticipating a month or more of trying to guiltily edge myself out of the class while Knittymunchkin cried bloody murder and clung to my legs. But it didn’t happen that way. In fact, it was a little bit anticlimactic. A hug, a kiss, and an absentminded “I love you” is about all I get. But it’s good. It really is. I go to the nearby coffee shop for about an hour and a half and knit while he’s in school (on the days I’m not a parent helper) and I am actually getting an a$$load of knitting done. Everyone is happy and I feel like I actually get a moment to breathe once in a while, probably for the first time since he was born. We miss each other, but he is learning so much and I’m incredibly happy we found this preschool for him. Hopefully we will both make some new friends that we’ll have for years to come.
Strangely, I have what feels like tons more time to knit, yet I have much less time to blog, photograph, or even be online in general. Case in point: this post has taken me nearly 3 days to write. Knittymunchkin is going through an incredibly dependent stage (despite doing so well with me leaving him at preschool) and any time I am out of his sight there’s a little mini freakout, after which he is attached to my legs like a limpet for the next half hour. It’s nice to be needed so much and I try to remind myself he won’t want me around forever so I should enjoy it. But some days it would be nice to have a little more breathing room.
I did get a little mini-vacation a couple weeks ago when I stayed with my Mom for about 4 days after her surgery. I got her medication when she needed it, did her dishes and made small meals, and just generally kept her company. She watched TV and dozed and I did a ton of knitting. So many things to show you once I get them photographed! I made myself finish two things for every one I started and it’s such a great feeling to get those ancient WIPs off of my cluttered knitting to-do list.
For my birthday in September I did allow myself one new project. I made sure it was a small one so I wouldn’t get myself tied to another WIP/UFO that would sit there forever. And with a pattern name like Ball Sack, I just couldn’t resist. Yes, I’m a dork. I’m not afraid to fly my freak flag (sometimes).
Loved this pattern! It took about 10g of sock yarn (I made it slightly taller than the pattern called for) and is incredibly useful. Here it’s snuggling my ball of Cephalopod Yarns‘ Skinny Bugga! in “Grey Scalloped Bar Butterfly” that I used to knit Leftie. Which I still need to photograph. Someday.
So now that a couple things have been cleared out of the blogjam I think I feel a little better; a little more clear-minded. Time to get back to the limpet :)