Ok, so I wrote my resolutions out on Thursday, and yesterday I screwed up one of them… I didn’t write my 200 words.
I thought, as I put that promise to myself out there so the Universe would know my intentions, that 200 words seemed pretty wimpy. After all, when I glanced down at the word count that my blog editor so kindly provides, the resolution post was more than 300 words, and it just kind of appeared. Certainly I could write a paltry 200 words a day.
Or not. Yesterday I thought about what I wanted to write all day long, but I never got to my computer. I picked up my iPad several times, but Max nabbed it every time. A similar thing happened when I sat down to my regular computer. Not even my phone was safe. By the time I finally had a chance to sit down and write, it was 1:00 am. I’d already missed my goal.
And so, I went to bed, vowing that I’d make up for my slackiness today. Well, let me tell you, that hasn’t worked out so well. It’s already 10:25, and I’m just sitting down to write. I knit on a cable-y hat throughout the day (just so you don’t think I was just lounging around in my PJs), but missed the first set of decreases and didn’t go back to correct my oversite, so now I’m praying that I can make it look not stupid. I’ll let you know how that works out. This is my all time favorite hat pattern, and I’ve knit it five or six times, which makes me feel like even more of a dolt for missing those decreases.
Habitat Hat by Brooklyn Tweed, knit with Cascade 220. I used needles one size bigger, and knit twice as much “brim” because this hat is for a young man with an unusually large head (or so I’ve been told)
Since I wasn’t writing yesterday, I had lots of time to spin (because Max didn’t want to use my wheel; he did, however, figure out that by dropping a toy car on the yarn as it was winding on to the spool he could make me stop and turn my face really red).
This is actually coming along quite nicely, and if I can keep up with my goal of spinning for a while each day, I might even get – dare I say it? – proficient, perhaps even good, at spinning. Ah, I can dream, can’t I?
Today, I played cars with Max. And even though I don’t think we played by the standard rules, we had a great time: he sat in the middle of the living room, and I sat at one end with all of the cars, and I pushed them towards him with great force and in rapid succession. He tried to keep them from getting to the other end of the room. It was noisy and funny and I had a great time. I assume he enjoyed it too, because he let me continue flinging cars across the floor for quite a while.
And now, my word count claims that I have 523 words, plus two photos, which according to Helena brings my total to 2532. I think that more than makes up for yesterday.