Books & wine & needles

It is hard to come home to an empty house after even the best days at work.  It's dark and cold and there is no one to relate the tales of your day to.  Now this is not something that I often experience as I have what may be the world's best roommates, but it's a holiday and they are off celebrating.  Every now and then, though, having the place to yourself can be a bit of a treat.  I drew a bath, and poured some wine, played some George Winston, and settled in with a book by my new favorite author, Michael Perry.  The books he writes are slice-of-life, comments on the nature of things, great stories from work kind of books.  They are the non-fiction, auto-biographical ramblings of a man in love with over-thinking simple life moments in the best ways.  There is something renewing about reading his thoughts on midwestern winters, paint stripper, and balding.

Next, I tuned into hulu for some bad TV and picked up the knitting (and another glass of wine). I have made great progress on the sweater-vest of doom.  The back is complete and 

I am up to the v-neck split of the front.  As I watched TV, I knit up the left side and was approximately three inches from the shoulder.  Now the great thing about knitting tipsy, is that the time flies.  The bad thing is the confusing directions that rely heavily on counting, and multiples of seven plus two, become extra confusing.  The really great thing about knitting tipsy, is that when you realize you have to rip out an hour and a half's work because it said every-other row, seven times, not every seventh row twice, you don't really care, because it was still really fun. 

I just realized as I reached the end of this post, that I have a gallon of wine brewing in my basement that I haven't tended in months.  Look forward to that next time!