Things Which Must Be Acknowledged.

Well, lookee here! The Sheep is up with the birdies and posting bright and early! I normally try to put something up each day and late afternoon or evening seems to fit with my muse's sleep cycle. I'd like to pretend that my frequent updates are due to my incredible rate of project completion and my endless supply of knitting and spinning tips that must be shared with the general population lest the whole art go the way of the poncho. It's really more that I consider it a mental exercise to try and come up with something coherent and at least mildly interesting out of the day to day existence of an average Sheep.

Besides, I don't get out that much.

Yesterday, though, I had me some plans. There was a little shindig over at the Cammad Household to which I was invited and one does not say, "nah" to my favorite nieces-by- proxy. A good time was had by all, the girls obliged their auntie by not growing up too much since last she saw them, and cake was provided. "Twas a fun-filled night! The grownups stayed up waaay past their respective bedtimes and I fear that the family's day at StoryLand is going to be a marathon for the parents today.

Had I been more of a Thinkin' Sheep, though, I would have at least put up this little photo for you:

Happy Feet!

The Socks-That-Began-The -Sheep's-Love-Affair-With -Fine-Sock-Yarn were finished up the other night and duly photographed for your review. This is a pretty simple pattern. But I am a pretty simple Sheep when you come right down to it. I'm quite pleased with them. And, given last night's plummeting temperatures, they made a lovely p.j. accessory and remained on the tootsies for the duration of the night.

I needed this little extra bit of loving warmth as I caught the midnight showing of Project Runway. Deep, deep down, I think I knew where this was leading. I opted to just watch it last night and get it over with rather than wait for one of the 8 billion reruns of the program which will occur over the next week. When the judges began using the word, "boring" again in their final summation, I knew that I would be bidding poor Robert a sad farewell. It didn't give me the level of angst that I experienced last week as I watched Alison literally flinch at the words, You're out" but it was sad all the same.

Before I sign off for the day and get ready to head into the office, I must acknowledge one more thing. In blog comments, private communications and a recent post over at cursingmama, there have been some extremely kind and generous comments made about this blog. It was almost exactly twenty years ago that a much younger Sheep, clad in an army surplus shirt, black tattered leggings and sporting eight safety pins in her earlobes, stood poised on the career precipice. While the idea of being a writer was most appealing, she was ultimately lured away by the glitz and glamour of the high profile life of the schoolteacher. No regrets, but it has been quite wonderful to find the blogging world and to be able to put cursor to screen and share my thoughts in print. Even if no one liked a word, I would probably still be cranking out endless observations about the bugs, the cats and my dentist. But it is awfully nice to know that I maybe could have pulled off the whole "author thing" had that been the choice all those years ago. And so I say, "thank you" for your kind words.

Have a great day!

SA