… and nothing much to show for it. Well, there's this beauty in my front yard:
My ceanothus, blooming all over for the first time this year. They call these "California Lilacs" but they shouldn't.
I retired the improbable orange socks after rounding one heel, deciding I'd had enough practice and could begin on the real things, a.k.a. DH's 2011 Christmas socks.
I knit while riding the subway to and from work. I also ride my bicycle to the subway station and take it with me on the train. (I don't ride at rush hour.) The other day, I was knitting and sitting peacefully not bothering anybody or talking to myself very much. We came to my stop and I grabbed everything (knitting, helmet, gloves, bicycle, etc.) to hop off the train when I discovered that I had somehow tied my knitting around the pole beside me (the one my bike is leaning on). Kamikaze knit bombing, anyone? Yes, I am that crazy lady you hope won't talk to your children or offer them candy.