My dad is in Haiti this week, taking a group of Virginia Tech students to visit their twin parish, inspiring the Creole numbers for this post. Please keep them in your prayers!
I’ve been in a lot of pain this week. It is what it is. I’m still waiting on that divine revelation about why God wanted me to have a broken bladder. So far nada. I’ll tell y’all when I figure it out.
This is what I saw outside of the window the other day:
Really we see deer all the time on the hill behind our house. And all sorts of other things – birds, people walking their dogs, foxes, college kids smoking pot. But the point is, that’s a lot snow for March!
Your kind compliments inspired me to finish the project that’s been waiting in my knitting bag for months.
I am never knitting stripes again. So many ends to sew in! Also, these mittens are made of camel hair. While darling, they shed like crazy. Seriously. I think there will eventually be no yarn left. A full grown dog can’t shed this much hair.
I don’t know what I’m giving up for Lent yet.Or if I will give up something. My diet is already so restricted it wouldn’t be healthy for me to give anything else up. And I’ve already given up all the good stuff. I usually like to add one thing and give one thing up. Any ideas? What are you doing this year?
We need to do dishes like woah. And have no plans to. ‘Cause we still have a few clean forks left.
I’m doing my first real deal anthropological interview tomorrow.
I hope to look as good as Emily Deschanel while doing it.