All sorts of beginnings, and thus endings.  Samhain marks the new year in the Celtic calendar.  And the Day of the Dead is coming.   I’ve been consciously trying to slow down lately, and it’s hard for me.  So I started all sorts of new projects, but I rationalized such behavior as rational and good, since […]

Not dead.  Swamped at work. Bill and Shirley, the keepers of the llamas-in-law are in town, so we’re showing them some great things about Virginia and DC.  I even managed to take pictures. I’ve been working away on Print o’ the Wave, on some sock ideas (which all get frogged), and on a circular needle […]

Bloglines sux.  I’ve added some more vacation posts, but bloglines won’t tell you that for some mysterious reason.  Please scroll back for your voyeuristic pleasure. In other news, I’m definitely going to Rhinebeck (and hoping to drag Ruadhan and Etaine with me), and I may also be going to the Knitter’s Review retreat.  Woot! I’ve […]

A few weeks ago, we left home to go home to our tribe.    We’re back, safe and sound.  And a little sad that we couldn’t stretch the experience out for a while longer.  We had a wonderful time.  I built a village with friends, I cooked for friends, I ate with friends, I laughed […]

So we got there, we camped temporarily on the flat while Scott and Bodwin wandered around making cryptic gestures and grumbling, and we had a metric f-ton of fun with our friends, the pyromaniacs dear, dear freaks Celts.  And then we drank Marconis.  I was tasked with helping Etaine "get her blotto on."  I did […]

So, as I mentioned, we got a trailer for the camping trip.  Sounds crazy, I know, but this is the first time in years Scott and I have been able go for the same number of days, so we wanted to take just one vehicle.  Nothing makes us more exhausted than packing up at the […]

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the […]

I should be telling you what a wonderful time I had at the river with the girls.  But that will have to wait. I should be telling you how great it was getting together with the other girls so the lovelies could teach a spinning class at Potomac Celtic Festival and let the students take […]