It’s the time of year when everything green is gold around here. That’s when we slow down a bit more. It’s dark when we get up in the morning and dark again within an hour of returning home from work. Which means that I am safe to put my pyjama pants on before I start to cook dinner. After dark, I figure no one will come to the door. Unless I make the mistake of removing my bra. That cancels out the after dark rule.
The tall kid didn’t make the extra hockey team and the small squeaky kid decided that she was more comfortable staying with her Initiation team instead of the house league. Those together have cut us back to one night a week of hockey, plus two ice times on Saturdays – much more manageable.
So, things have been quiet. But we still have some things in the works.
We’ve been doing homework. I still hate homework. Yesterday, I had to send a note to school explaining the small kid’s unfinished math. “Squeaky’s math was unfinished because I was also unable to understand the question.” I am not smarter than a 4th grader.
This is definitely the baking season. Though for future reference, even if the health magazine says it is a delicious recipe, cookies made without sugar, eggs or fat are not edible. But they do make excellent dog biscuits.
I got bored with the sweater that I was making for the tall hormonal kid, so I started a mobius cowl – something that I can wear in the cold arena to keep warm. For the life of me, I can’t figure out if I have too much of a twist in this or not. It will have to wait until I get it off of the needle to see if I made it properly. And somehow you are supposed to be able to fold it in half once its finished. How do you fold over a scarf with a twist in it? It looks like something Escher’s mother might have knit. In theory, it’s a great idea. In reality, we’ll see.