Dear little blog of mine,
Although there have been no new posts written this week, I have not abandoned you. On the contrary, I have thought of you often and written numerous lengthy posts in my head. I wrote while running on the treadmill, awaiting kiddos in the carpool line, riding bikes with said kiddos, and driving down windy gravel roads seeking the perfect property on which to build our next home.
I thought of you (and actually remembered to grab my camera) when the husband planted my mother's day roses - all three bushes...
in the flower bed.
This week has been full of doctor and dentist appointments, swim team and taekwondo, good weather and bike rides, a school auction and a PTA family game night, counting the days 'til dad makes it home before bedtime (he's home today and tomorrow) and some much needed cooking and cleaning. In our few free moments Abigail and I drove down gravel roads - singing aloud, music blaring - stopping at and walking several properties. We traipsed through dense woods and got our feet wet in shallow creeks - still we did not find the "right" place in the right school district for the right price.
But we will continue to look. Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard once wrote:
"If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but... for the eye which... sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never."
The kiddos and I love to walk through acres of lush woods and imagine the house we would build and how we would live in it and what we would see out the windows. Possibility never disappoints.
And because you are, after all, a crafting blog I would like to pose a little crafting question. Why is it that when I wanted to be like Lisa and knit the this little sweater and followed pattern directions to cast on 98 stitches on 24" needles that there was no way I could join them? Why is it that I cannot locate any size 6, 16" needles in my house so that I can actually begin knitting? I guess that sometimes reality disappoints, but the possibility of knitting a cute sweater - never.
Thank you, little blog of mine, for being here and for waiting patiently for me to find the time to write. And for saving what I write while I take a minute to eat some yummy Chinese food.