I kindly (I may have been swayed by the money they offered) offered to babysit my walking partners 5-year-old son for 3 days this week while both his parents work. And repeat that generosity during the last 2 weeks of January. Oh my. Within half an hour he had decided tiddlywinks was boring, set the farmyard up (SO glad I thrifted that now!) and chucked the coloured pencils away in favour of the felt pens. He watched 3 kids movies, checked the mail box, annoyed Dave (my saviour today!), stood in the rain and drank it (yummy apparently), traumatised the cats (Ginga hid for the day), developed an obsession with a door, fiddled with the computers, found the matches I forgot to hide and generally exhausted me. I slept badly last night so I went into today compromised – it’s like blood sports, they can sense your weakness and take you down! My mantra until 3pm Wednesday is “think of the money!” and I am! He’s bringing his bike tomorrow but unfortunately the weather is supposed to get even worse. Gah, that kid needs to burn off some energy! There’s a reason I want a daughter!
I got about 2 rows of knitting down on my 2 current projects (which most likely will not be ready on the 25th at this speed) but took great (overwhelming really) joy in just sitting this evening, listening to the clicking of my needles, knitting a few rows of mindless, repetitive garter stitch and being calm. The needles are small and the projects are slow but right now, slow is what I need in every sense. Calm, slow and quiet. From 3pm tomorrow and the next day I will be wrapping myself in it like a blanket.
Just think of the yarn I can buy with that money I am earning.