A little of nothing

Nearly a month has gone by, and I'm sorry.  Life has been busy, as they say, and  . . .  well I had in-laws in town, my own parents two days later, and then  . . . then I got the stomach flu.  Dear lord.  That aside . . . grants and pages written aside, ambles of note always occur.

I cabled a scarf sans cable needle, in a flagrant copy of the Sex in the City scarf.  And I have a hat for it too . . . it just got cold enough to don it, and honestly  . . . My black and white hounds-tooth coat in the making will look spectacular with it.

My folks came to town, and my Dad went to the Green Market . . . he was awash with the people, as it was the weekend before Thanksgiving.  

Mom stayed in with Ripple, as she was too tired . . . but she came too.  

There was a spectacularly soothing sunset on the ride home.  

Kringing came to the apartment . . . 

And planes are confused from the buildings on my block. 

My sewing machine has been quiet for about three weeks now . . . A) company, B) illy ill ill, and C) there's been veritable dungeon of writing my way.  Not all bad . . . and knitting.  I finished a sweater, that I've worn more than once and really must get a photo of this week, and a Christmas set of a hat, scarf, and gloves, and the afore mentioned scarf and hat . . . 

So. . . a post of nothing.  Indeed.  My mind is pretty much stuck at the moment, as that partly came from accidentally watching multiple seasons of Gilmore Girls while ill and overworking in general.  Though, if you remember Anne Shirely from Anne of Green Gables Rory Gilmore is much like her modern day counterpart.  They both aspire to be writers, they are spry, and . . . instead of being an orphan Rory is the child of teen love, a single mother, and the quaintness of small town Avonlea on PEI is replaced with the overly quirky Stars Hollow.  Though, as Anne more or less let the feminist down by side casting her dreams and boxing them away when she got married and had six kids, Rory reignites the feminist flame by turning down the lusty Logan's proposal to pursue her own dream of chasing the journalist's story.  Yes, indeed, much of the busy life of mine has been reading, writing, and finishing one project while moving onto the next.  Anne is a showcase of something upcoming as we say.  

On that note, I'm off to finish the finals week of grading and tinker with some sewing.  A coat for someone not me and other things for the season.  And, since I bought a remote and tripod adapter, I have some pics and run downs of knitting, a button down, and the newest coat to birth from my machine.  For a few more days, at least . . .