I started my new job two weeks ago. Not that I gave up either of my old jobs--so now I curate the historic clothing collection, do animal education at the museum, and sew in the costume shop at the School of Theatre.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I (as always) have some projects going on. I just have fiddly fingers and need to be twiddling with something. And I usually have several going at once, to suit available time and brain cells. My recent projects:
Purse. This was for practical reasons--my purse was falling apart, and I really dislike shopping (and purses tend to be expensive). I want at least two pockets on the outside of a bag (keys and glasses) and a half-dozen pockets inside to keep everything from taking a nose-dive to the bottom. Bob had given me this batik cotton at some point and it seemed just right.
The One-Ounce-Wonder. I started this about a year ago, and it might take another year to finish it. It started with the question of "how much can I do with one ounce of fiber?" (in this case, a luscious yak down/silk blend). So it got spun nice and fine and the knitting began. It doesn't get worked on much--it's a bit difficult to see yarn this fine, and the lacework is pretty fiddly. It's going to be a triangular scarf (or shawl, depending on how big it gets). So far, I've knit a little over a half-ounce of the finished yarn. Now its name refers to the question of "I wonder why I'm doing this?" or "I wonder if I'll ever get it finished?"
Finally, a finished project of another sort. We just released our last possum. He was one of the group that escaped into Bob's room during Mike's visit last spring. The others have long gone on their way, but something went wrong with Stumpy (somewhere along the line when he was a baby he lost most of his tail. The Manx look is actually quite adorable). He was in the release cage, and one morning he was spinning in uncontrollable tight circles. Because of all the rain this summer, we had a major mosquito problem, so the general suspicion was West Nile virus (I didn't get him tested because there really isn't much treatment for it except time). The neurological problem was bad enough that he couldn't even eat or drink on his own, so twice a day for about three weeks we wrapped him in a towel and I pinned him down to stop the circling while Bob squirted water and soft food into his mouth. Much to our amazement, he recovered. We kept him another month to be sure--and then opened the door and let him out. It was really a hard thing to do after spending so much time on him, but giving a critter his freedom is what rehabbing is all about. Unlike squirrels, opossums usually don't hang around or come back after a release, so I probably won't see him again (but if I do, he'll be easy to recognize)
And the building of the Haunted Trail began last weekend--pictures to follow.
Oh yes--almost through reading Jules Verne's "Mysterious Island." I really think those Victorian authors got paid by the adjective . . .
And that's how I keep myself busy.