Tag: vermont
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Writing Challenge: Nature Part 2
Part 1 and an explanation are here. * Our driveway was dirt, with the attendant divots. When it rained, the divots turned into puddles and if one of the cars had gone out or come back, there would be tracks in the mud to make dams and rivers from. When the puddles froze overnight, air…
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Writing Challenge: Nature, Part 1
One of my goals for January and the new year is to write creatively more often. Nadia of Cottage Notebook is hosting a month-long writing challenge, with themes and increasing word counts through the month. I’m using it to get back into the habit of writing without having to decide on a theme or a…
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The Week September 18-24
Last week: Weave in the ends of Aranami/Imanara (there are lots even though I’ve been weaving in as I go), and wash & block, then sniff & squish. All done! Choose and start a new knitting project. Will it be a blanket to give away or will it be a shawl to keep? I have…
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The Week September 11-17
Last week: Order from Campus Cookies for Ethan for his birthday Thursday. Eat more of Ky’s cake to celebrate in Ethan’s absence. Our first birthday apart and his 18th. The cookies & balloons were a grand success – Ethan, his roommate and the guys on his hall feasted. I think it was a pretty good birthday…
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The Week September 4-10
Last week: Decide what’s next for Aranami/Imanara. The choices: Work the final row (different from regular rows) in the bright colored yarn. The final stripe would be 1/2 a row taller than all the other stripes. Work another stripe of the dull colored yarn, with the final row being part of the stripe. All stripes would…
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The Week August 28-September 3
Last week: Take Henry to load his locker on Tuesday, get him ready for the 1st day of school Thursday. The first day of school went swimmingly. Help Ethan pack and move him in to JMU on Wednesday. My husband ended up taking him (long story as to why, but Ethan managed to stir up…
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NaPoWriMo 28: Northern Summer
Northern Summer I want to go swimming in the brook like we used to, getting lost in time until we couldn’t feel our fingers and toes, only getting out when our lips turned blue. Wrapped shivering in towels we’d try to get warm on a rock in the sun, talking and giggling and imagining. The no-see-ums…
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