Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote,
Susan Dennis

Football-less Sunday

I live across the street from the Seattle Seahawks stadium. This makes a handful of Sundays pretty darned intense. Today is not one of those Sundays. Today is my kind of Sunday. Oh so quiet and full of whatever happens happens. On football Sundays, I feel hemmed in. I develop a mini list of places I would go if I could but I can't because of the crowds outside my door. Today, there is no crowd and I have no list and will, very likely, go nowhere at all. Ha.

I fell asleep easily about 10:30 last night and do not remember waking up one single time before 6:30 this morning.  Usually, I fall asleep and dream actively and sleep hard and wake up feeling like I've been asleep forever about 90 minutes after I go to sleep.  Then I sleep and wake and maybe get up to pee once or twice until morning. I do not remember the last time I slept through without even waking once. Wild.  I do feel exceptionally rested.

But, even so, I don't think I'll be going anywhere. I have food here and stuff to do and no particular need or reason to go out.

I have a knitting puzzle I started yesterday.

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This is a picture from the pattern - NOT my work... my aspiration.

This pattern is wildly complicated. I've already knitted and then ripped out hours of work and started again several times. It's easier every time I redo but I'm not sure I've got it down yet. It's fascinating. Knitting comes so easy to me that meeting this kind of challenge is fun.

We have a free shelf in the garage of this condo. Usually the offerings are weird shit like shrink wrapped VCR tapes of Sound of Music, old, dirty, ugly flower vases, one Santa Claus drinking glass, a really old router with zero cables or anything else... That's what was on the shelf yesterday. But, also, this basket. I passed it twice and finally really looked at it and brought it upstairs. It's not rattan but some kind of solid wood. Really pretty and the perfect vessel for this odd, complicated project.

I have found several new people to add to my LJ friends list. I love reading other journals. I love the diversity that is here on LJ. Some journals are written to and for the readers. Some journals, like mine, are written for the writers but are enhanced by the readers who leave comments. Some are just drive by photo/meme/snippets of this and that.

I read some journals on my friends list every day and others only once in a while. I comment when I have something I want to say that can be said respectfully. I don't often reply to comments in my own journal. Sometimes I do. There really is no rule there that I go by. I write this journal for me. I noodle out thoughts here. I record the mundane here. I keep track of shit here. I think it's pretty cool that people are interested enough to read these ramblings.

Nearly every single day, I start off each day with coffee in bed with my laptop and my cat. We catch up on everything before getting out of bed. (3 days a week I get up and go to the pool for a swim and then come home, get coffee and get back into bed.)

I end these sessions with my first LJ entry of the day. Like this one. I am all caught up and now I think it's time to get up, get dressed and make some breakfast. Zoey, the cat, thinks so too. She's already gone to get her day started.
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