Heavens, where did the month go? I'm afraid Wireton Willie was wrong this year. Well, it's not fair to wake him up from a deep sleep and expect an accurate prognostication.
It's been sunny for the past week (or is it a couple of days) and one would think that the temperature would correspond. But it's bloody cold out with the north wind blowing. I have been postponing my usual 2 mile walk with the excuse that it's too cold. I'm tired of the weight of winter jackets. And I'm good at making excuses.
Over the past week I've been knitting a baby sweater with scraps of leftover yarn. I'm afraid I'll run out of the main colour before I'm through. I used to be a great knitter when I worked shift and couldn't sleep. Now the problem is - I can't follow a pattern, I keep dropping stitches and making holes. So I've ripped out the whole business at least 10 times and switched to another pattern. Very frustrating. But I have until September which is when the baby is due.
This month I'm filled with anxiety over the art club's assignment. Thankfully it's not due until the end of April so I have a bit of time to mull over the subject. This one doesn't speak to me at all. So much for creativity.