I've never been good at journaling, and I guess blogging isn't any better. I'm getting ready to fly to Seattle to bring home my oldest son's car before he deploys to Iraq. I will get to spend a day with him to just do some sightseeing in Seattle and Tacoma. It's hard to see him go, but he and I knew what was coming when he enlisted. On a happy note, that means I'll get to see him for a couple of days, and I'll also see my parents, because I will stop at their place on my way home. It's a long drive from Seattle to Wichita.
I have also been trying harder to do some things that I love to do, like reading and crocheting. I found a local crochet group, a chapter of the Crochet Guild of America. Hooray! I now have something to make me sit down with hook and yarn. I love the feel of the yarn and hook in my hands, and even more that working up a piece is something that is visible as it works along. My sister is a dedicated knitter and now even weaves her own fibers with which to knit. I'm not there by any means, but I do love to stand in the yarn aisles of the local craft store and just feel them and look at them. I'm eager to try some new patterns and make some wearable items. Maybe I'll even post a picture of the next item I make! I have socks, and scarves, and ponchos, and hats, and even a jacket or top or two on my list to get made. Lots of yarn just waiting to be loved...
