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There and back again

Humble reader, I am so very grateful to Jason for continuing to keep the pistons of Pistachio House pumping along over the past several months. Where have I been? Hooboy! Working.

Feisty Gals Coffee is now in the trusted hands of my dear friend Mel who has a powerful get-things-done attitude and has found a home for a roaster and a plan in her head. I’m very grateful that she let me find my mojo as a coffee roaster. It really is one of those things where you either love it, or you don’t. I love coffee and I love making things from scratch so coffee roasting goes hand-in-hand with my do-it-yourself attitude.

Then, out of the blue, I got a call from one of my previous workmates at a large billion dollar company where I worked once upon a time… and they said “hey, wanna come back and work for short time and a stupid amount of money?” I said, “Sign me up!” and that… was a great adventure. It also took it’s toll out on my free time and my patience for anything and everyone.

The residents of Pistachio House Northwest were not pleased. Nobody got freshly baked bread, or petted continuously. The underlying tone took on an is-it-over-yet attitude and while my daughter coming back to live at Pistachio House alleviated a lot of household stress — she cleaned up the the entire kitchen and reorganized it for me — there was grumbling. I was Grumpy, Sneezy, Dopey and Kvetchy (the little known Yiddish dwarf). There was no time to write and even if there had been time, there was no brain-space. I was on auto-pilot and there was a lot of pre-cooked dinners coming in from SPUD.com weekly delivery.

What there was time for, however, was plenty of time to read and knit on the THREE HOUR COMMUTE. You can’t not put that in caps… sorry. To alleviate stress, I spun wool when I got home from work. Mel joked that she could judge stress levels based on the amount of fiber that was turning into yarn in my worksroom/studio.

AAaaand there’s a wedding that is about to take place and the niece that is about to get married did not have me, her aunt, her Zizi, to give full attention.

So, yes, busy.

Here’s what was spun, knit and crocheted.

And that’s my excuse. Now, back to your regularly scheduled blog.