I haven't knit regularly in several months. Why?
For one, it's been ridiculously hot: we've had four or five months of air so hot, and rainstorms so few, that I would break out into a sweat walking into my apartment after work. I had to take a cold post-work shower many of those days. I can't even go near wool in that sort of heat.
For two, there hasn't been anything good on TV. I multitask when I knit. I have to be either watching (listening to) TV or talking with other people; otherwise, I get lulled into sleepiness and I feel unproductive (unless I am knitting on a plane or in a waiting room--then I let my imagination take me places, or I work out problems).
For three, I've been feeling out of sorts. I don't know why people stop doing pleasurable, soothing things when they are in a bad mood or a funky life place, but they do, and I do it, too. In addition to not writing as much as I normally do, I have not been knitting; I've been holding it all in...which is not good.
Today, I felt the spark of wanting to create things (that aren't edible) again. At lunch, I started making my Christmas lists. Unlike my childhood lists, these are lists of things I want to make and buy (but mostly make) for others. I made a family list, a friends list, and a work list in red (extra Christmassy). Then, I wrote a list of poetic forms I want to work with. Then, I started to write a rap song about boys who try to flirt and don't get much besides dirty glances. Then, I got distracted by scansion. Then, I ate a vegetable sandwich. (I will share this magical veg sandwich concoction with you another day this week. It is surprisingly filling.)
I'm excited about this desire to create. I cast on for a hat tonight. I love getting stuff done. I love feeling a little more like myself. I love fall, the holidays, giving people things, making and eating food, and spending time with all my loved ones, blood-related and almost-family alike. I also love vacation. I have a lot of good things to anticipate!