Correspondence Theory

About halfway through section 1B.

Also, I've started writing letters again.
It feels connected and slow, intimate and lovely.

There's so little going on that I thought I wouldn't have a thing to say, but it turns out that slow life reveals a depth of wonder to share. Gratitude for music, the delight a full moon flowering, the magic of the rhythm of the bees in the yard.

Pink Moon

The bad news: You're falling through the air with no parachute. The good news: There's no ground.

     — Chögyam Trungpa

Yarn love!

Yarn love from Michelle! With tea!

Almost all the mountain of yarn is in storage, and the Artemis Blanket is going to take quite a bit, especially with the elaborate cables that are dancing through my mind.

Work on the book looks like knitting and listening to Erica practice Bach via a live feed from Twitter, or cello music streaming into the living room. My community is digital, now, and I'm craving some analogue interaction. It's time for letter writing again.

Artemis Blanket

Section 1A is nearly complete: 4.5x60 inches.
Neither Tiu not I has can be bothered to be motivated much.  Days are knitting, tea, a walk in the cemetery, moving the lawn chair as the sun meanders through the backyard; evenings are dinner, cards or Scrabble, Netflix, looking at the growing moon. This is life, now. It seems it has always been this way.

Allegedly April

It has never not been March.

I think of February and everything that came before it as The World That Was.

This is not April.

"April" makes no sense.

April has egg hunts; lawn parties with big hats; get-togethers with girlfriends, lilacs, lemonade & lamb; cakes with violets on top; team sports; group hikes; picnics; kissing outdoors.

None of this is happening.

The next 4 weeks shall be known for the moon, and we shall call it "Pink" or "Seed," "Wind" or "Grass." Future historians (if there is a future, and if there are historians in it) will argue about which name was *really* used for the time that was AllegedlyApril; they will throw up their hands and send the matter to the folklorists.

I want to shred my resume and print new business cards: Figure Model & Fortune Teller.

More cables

I started a new project, a blanket with cables using Blue Sky Fibers Woolstok in October Sky. The color is just beautiful. I'm designing on the needle again, which is always a bit chaotic and magical.

I designed it in sections so that it's easier to cart about, even though none of us goes anywhere anymore. Looking forward to seeing what is revealed. Knitting is my meditation, my yoga, my sauna in this new land.

This is section 1A.
After a veritable disaster of a triple skein, Tiu is learning some manners about knitting

Tuesday "Tiu" O'Cute

Just received a bio for Tiu from an otherwise unknown Twitter friend:


Tuesday "Tiu" O’Cute:

World-famous featherweight boxer. Three-time Pawlypic champion. He is the reason dogs have no BatDog; he took out the muggers that would have killed BatDog’s parents before they ever got the chance.