The background noise of life.

Blogs.  I always thought the word was odd...brings to mind the Peanuts cartoon, the voices of adults always incoherent to the viewer,  wha, wha, wha, wha.  Just the background noise of life.

My husband, Charlie, left for Alaska for his fishing season about a week ago.  I am adjusting to the empty spot next to me in bed, with my usual habit of piling books, netbook, and tv remote in that newly snore-free space.  I stay up later than I should, reluctant to go to sleep without his comforting presence.  I have been studying the latest Hancocks of Paducah catalog, making notes of my favorite fabrics and thinking thru new projects.  My netbook is close at hand so I can indulge my secret habit of internet window shopping.  My latest project, a crocheted baby blanket is almost done and I am considering a new, more difficult pattern for my next try.  In the meantime, I have been looking for an idea for an edging detail and came across this great book.  Buster, my toy fox terrier, has been trying to curl up on this lovely, soft blanket as it grows and I have to keep scooting him off onto his fleece blanket. 

The fibromyalgia pain in my arms and back speaks a little louder when there are no voices in the house to drown them out, so even as I enjoy the peacefulness, I am more of aware of myself than I care to be.  Tomorrow will hopefully bring some sunshine to and I will gladly mow the lawn and putter with my pots outside. The puppies have some energy to run off and a sunny day will be welcome. Our boxer, Lu Lu Belle, will gladly play with her favorite toy for hours and spend some time chasing Buster around the yard.