It would appear that I haven't posted anything for over two weeks now. What can I say? There has actually been fairly little knitting – I have started a new, ribbed sleeve for Eloise, which I think looks much better than the all-reverse-stockinette version; the dandelion wine has been fizzing away merrily in the kitchen and is starting to clear, and the beer in the garage is ready to be bottled.
The garden – ahhh, the garden! – is making huge progress. My folks came to visit last weekend, and both my parents are spade-wielding dynamos. My Dad, in particular, is an unstoppable force; I was getting up at 07:30 in the morning to find that he'd already had three cups of coffee and put in several fence posts. They left at 10am on Sunday, and he did a few 'last minute tasks' before getting in the car, including totally digging out, restructuring and sorting out the compost heaps (which are now well behaved and beautiful). Photos to follow.
I completely overdid things, of course, and have had half the week off work with a CFS flare as a result. I sort-of knew things were heading that way, but hoped I wasn't too bad. In the end, though, I had to insist that Mum (at least) stop digging and lifting and sweeping and pruning and, instead, just sit and drink tea with me for a bit. Because it's a horrible feeling that your guests are working hard whilst you're having the vapours on the patio.
The rest of my 'spare' time has been taken up with ::drumroll:: freelance work! I am really, really excited about this; I am putting myself out there as a knitting pattern checker/editor/grader. I already have a few contacts/clients, which is awesome, but if I'm going to make a full-time, professional career out of this, I will need MORE. Of course, I can't blog about the patterns I'm working on, and what would normally be my knitting time is being eaten into in a major way right now. And equally of course, this is likely to become more and more true as I build up a client base big enough to support me whilst still working a full-time job.
For the sake of J and the dogs, and my own sanity, I don't think I can leap from the corporate ship into the midst of the current economic storm. At least, and at the risk of overextending a metaphor to a dangerous extent, not without building myself something of a life-raft first.