I learned to bind off this week which finished the ribbed scarf I began shortly before Christmas. This is the first knitting project I have actually completed so I am pretty stoked. The first third of the effort was complicated by incomplete stitches and a nerve wracking needle pull by a certain 6yo.
Those bumps have been smoothed out and the challenge for the rest of the scarf was to pay attention. There are a number of little knobby errors where I purled when I should have knit. I have no idea how moms of many manage complicated patterns requiring careful counts! I guess I would have to have a better attention span or knit when they are asleep. But that is when I edit <g>
My reading time is still spent meandering through The Coming of the Monster. I read slowly – rather on purpose. Especially with the final book of the series I am dragging my feet to make it last. What will I do when the Masterful Monk is gone from my days? Of course good characters are never really completely gone from our thoughts, are they?
In other reads, Aidan picked up HG Wells' War of the Worlds. I picked it up for a few pages and wistfully considered reading that too, much like I pulled Jane Eyre off the shelf, which caught Alannah's eye. She still has it.
I am rereading The Book of Kindness in small chunks as a devotional. It is a convicting read which really deserves annual consideration. Oh to embody those ideals….
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