Simplicity

It's been a busy week, perhaps no busier than usual, but it has felt more tiring and chaotic than normal. Part of that is probably that I've been much more active due to a slight change in Rainbow's schedule. She was pretty miserable going to the after camp program we'd signed her up for, so I talked to people at work and people at camp, and she's now coming to my office for a little bit at the end of the day. That means more walking for me, because I now have to walk to the bus stop to meet her at the bus and then walk back to the office with her. On the plus side, I have been hitting and exceeding my daily step goal every day this week, but that's also meant some very sweaty ends to my days. So it's been good to have some simple pleasures to indulge in this week.

Now that my handspun Boxy is officially done, the only project I have on my needles is a simple pair of socks for me that are just about complete. I turned the heel yesterday, so now I'm just cruising down the foot. I'm only about two inches away from starting the toe, so I expect they'll be done by the weekend.

I'm also working on plying up my skein of the HipStrings Tour de Fleece colorway into a three-ply fingering weight yarn for socks. I started plying last night and actually did quite a bit of work on it, but it's not done yet. I'll aim to finish it this evening; with any luck, I'll finish the actual plying with enough time to skein and wash the yarn before bed.

Reading has been good for me as well this week. I finished up an amazing book on Tuesday, The Song of Achilles. I had bought it several weeks ago when it was a Kindle deal, mainly because I'd heard of another of the author's books getting a lot of buzz and wanted to check this one out first. I was not disappointed. The writing is beautiful and the story gives an entirely new perspective to an ancient tale. If you're interested in ancient Greek history (perhaps, like me, you studied some classics in college), it's a must read.

I'm also in the middle of a book I got as a hand-me-down from my mother: My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry. It's written by Fredrik Backman, who also wrote the very popular A Man Called Ove, which I read in just a few days last year while we were on vacation. This one is just as good. I found it a little hard to get into at the beginning, mainly because it's told from the point of view of a 7-year-old girl and there are a lot of questions that aren't answered until later in the book. I have less than 100 pages to go and hope to be able to finish it up this weekend.

I'm looking forward to another low-key weekend here. The weather is supposed to be hot, humid, and rainy, so it will be yet another good weekend to lay low and enjoy the extra crafting time.