Erudite? Not today!
I am supposed to write erudite, cheery, blogs of how much spinning and knitting I'm getting done. Now that the girls are off the farm, I'm supposed to have so much more time to do all this, but it's not getting done. I'm supposed to have so much less stress, but it doesn't seem that much changed.
(We got more pictures of the girls last week. They're doing very well in Tennessee. The babies are growing so fast.)
There is still this overwhelming mound of fleece in the middle of the living room – a mound I'm supposed to be sorting to figure out what to handspin and what to have millspun. Unfortunately, I still learning about millspinning and I'm not being very decisive and what little decisiveness I have has needed to be undone. Mostly, what I do, is move my bags of fiber from one stack to another in the way in the middle of the living room and complain about how I really need to re-organize myself and start all over again.
We need to sell the boys – sooner rather than later. As much as I love them, I'm getting to the point I'd love to have them off the property. The problem is, finding them a good home. They're my babies and they must go to a good home. I've had a couple inquiries lately about eating alpaca and llama. I've told people that alpacas are too expensive to eat – which is the truth. However, fiber quality alpacas priced at a discount so they sell in a hurry are probably affordable for eating. Percy and sweet, gentle, Donovan will sell as fiber-quality animals. Sindre and Del won't sell for that much more. I'm really worried about my boys. We can't keep them, but I need to find them a home with a handspinner where they (and their fiber) will be loved.
Sooner rather than later.
Then there is the book reduction project. Before we met, Pam and I both established large collections of books. In addition, I was responsible for dividing the book portion of my grandfather's estate, and I inherited a large portion of his hoard. We have something like 15,000 books and we're attempting to reduce to 500 or so. Letting go of books is hard – even books I've never read and I know I'll probably never read. I find the ones from my grandfather's collection hardest to turn loose. He was a grand old man and he read everything.
There has been a little spinning and knitting progress.
Most of the spinning I have been doing is spinning my wheels and spinning in circles re-arranging the piles of fiber in the living room. There is, however, another skein of that black suri I first blogged about on November 22, 2005. The yarn I skeined yesterday has actually been sitting on the bobbin for a couple months. However, the bobbins of singles are getting close to full again, so one day soon, I need that bobbin to ply again.
The need to finish that fleece soon is just another weight on my shoulders as is the knowledge I can't really start any other fiber projects until it's completed ...
I have about two inches of ribbing on my first sock – the ribbing is long enough it's actually starting to behave like ribbing. I measure my progress in needles and I think I'm managing three to five rows per week. My sock is forty-eight stitches around, or twelve stitches per needle. There were evenings last week, when I managed half a needle.
Erudite. Not this week. Bubbly happy about alpacas and fiber? Not this week. I'm feeling just a little overwhelmed.
(We got more pictures of the girls last week. They're doing very well in Tennessee. The babies are growing so fast.)
There is still this overwhelming mound of fleece in the middle of the living room – a mound I'm supposed to be sorting to figure out what to handspin and what to have millspun. Unfortunately, I still learning about millspinning and I'm not being very decisive and what little decisiveness I have has needed to be undone. Mostly, what I do, is move my bags of fiber from one stack to another in the way in the middle of the living room and complain about how I really need to re-organize myself and start all over again.
We need to sell the boys – sooner rather than later. As much as I love them, I'm getting to the point I'd love to have them off the property. The problem is, finding them a good home. They're my babies and they must go to a good home. I've had a couple inquiries lately about eating alpaca and llama. I've told people that alpacas are too expensive to eat – which is the truth. However, fiber quality alpacas priced at a discount so they sell in a hurry are probably affordable for eating. Percy and sweet, gentle, Donovan will sell as fiber-quality animals. Sindre and Del won't sell for that much more. I'm really worried about my boys. We can't keep them, but I need to find them a home with a handspinner where they (and their fiber) will be loved.
Sooner rather than later.
Then there is the book reduction project. Before we met, Pam and I both established large collections of books. In addition, I was responsible for dividing the book portion of my grandfather's estate, and I inherited a large portion of his hoard. We have something like 15,000 books and we're attempting to reduce to 500 or so. Letting go of books is hard – even books I've never read and I know I'll probably never read. I find the ones from my grandfather's collection hardest to turn loose. He was a grand old man and he read everything.
There has been a little spinning and knitting progress.
Most of the spinning I have been doing is spinning my wheels and spinning in circles re-arranging the piles of fiber in the living room. There is, however, another skein of that black suri I first blogged about on November 22, 2005. The yarn I skeined yesterday has actually been sitting on the bobbin for a couple months. However, the bobbins of singles are getting close to full again, so one day soon, I need that bobbin to ply again.
The need to finish that fleece soon is just another weight on my shoulders as is the knowledge I can't really start any other fiber projects until it's completed ...
I have about two inches of ribbing on my first sock – the ribbing is long enough it's actually starting to behave like ribbing. I measure my progress in needles and I think I'm managing three to five rows per week. My sock is forty-eight stitches around, or twelve stitches per needle. There were evenings last week, when I managed half a needle.
Erudite. Not this week. Bubbly happy about alpacas and fiber? Not this week. I'm feeling just a little overwhelmed.
posted by Upper Alpacas | 1:40 PM
3 Comments:
Keep putting one foot in front of the other, things will move. They'll come a time when you'll see things moving and life come together again. It's OK to go slow for now. One thing done is another task down! But above all, keep your heart and mind open to little packages of happiness, like sharing dinner with someone you love. Even when you're fondling fleeces of the babies you love, and that bittersweet feeling comes back, ask for that pain and longing be transmuted into love that could be sent through space to your babies in tennessee, and remember, they did leave you something to remember them by.
(((hugs)))
It's wonderful to be reading your postings!
About the books-- I work for an antique book dealer, and we specialize in late nineteenth, early twentieth century decorative trade bindings. Check out the website at www.handsomebooks.com-- if any of your books fit the category, and you're interested in selling them, let us know!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!! Eating alpacas? Ok, maybe in Peru, but not somebody's pets/investments. No. That would be like eating somebody's champion irish wolfhound. Yes, maybe it's done in some places, but not here/not these. I'm buying a lottery ticket right now; if I win I can help you out of this situation. Even if I had to drive to OR and get them myself. In the snow. Come on, lady luck, mama needs a new pair of 'pacas.
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