We’re Back in the Saddle Again

Good old Gene Autry. He wrote the song about being back out on the range, toting his old ’44 and feeling at home. When I set out to write this I just conjured the line of the chorus without really considering the rest of the lyrics, but I find that they mean something more than being back in one’s old routine.

I`m back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
Where the longhorn cattle feed
On the lowly gypsum weed
Back in the saddle again
Ridin` the range once more
Totin` my old .44
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh
Rockin` to and fro
back in the saddle again
Whoopi-ty-aye-yay
I go my way
Back in the saddle again
It’s more than doing something familiar. It’s about being in a place that is comfortable, that suits a person right down to the blood marrow. Every person is different when it comes to their saddle. Some people never discover what theirs is, and for those I feel the most sorrow, for there is something so satisfying at being in a place that brings you quiet joy.
For me, it’s writing.
The Abduction of Audrey Bettencourt is currently out on submission to editors in New York. It is a thrilling and terrifying prospect all at once that chips away at my concentration on everything. My brain is always half somewhere else, wondering, hoping, and wishing for the best news possible.
To distract myself I have started a new novel. I won’t tell you about it yet because the idea is still just a seed and I need to work things out before I start yammering about it to the world. But this is exactly what I need. Writing is being in the saddle for me. It is a place so familiar and sweet that it calms and energizes me at the same time. I can throw my entire brain at it and be absorbed completely, no fretting about what may or may not happen in other arenas of life.
So I am going to dive head first into a new project and give it all my attention. What may come with Audrey will happen in its own time. Don’t get me wrong, I will be out of my mind with happiness if it sells. But in the meantime I am going to do what I love most.
Whoopi-ty-aye-yay.

KNIT ALL THE SOCKS

I am a rabid knitter. I learned from a fellow librarian when I lived in New Hamsphire over eleven years ago. I started with a scarf (as does pretty much everyone), and tried making many things: a couple of baby sweaters, hats, scarves, even a sweater for myself, but then I knit a pair of socks and I caught the sickness. The sock sickness. The sockness.

I now live in Florida where hand knitted goods are not highly sought-after goods. We wear flip-flops all year here. I usually wear shorts and a T-shirt on Christmas. We do get some cooler weather in the months of January and February, and that is when we (meaning my husband, parents and I) break out our beautiful, hand-knit socks and wear them every chance we get.

There are many reasons why I must knit all the socks.


 

Reason #1:

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Knitting keeps me sane. It is meditative and soothing. Mostly.


 

Reason #2:

As a project, they are totally portable, small enough to fit in a purse. I knit a lot in the car, especially on long road trips where I can see lots of progress. I even knit on airplanes. It’s quite wonderful to plug into an audiobook, get the knitting out, and ignore the fact that I have four square inches of alloted space next to a mouthbreather.last-project-completed-in-2010_5316405819_o

 


Reason #3

The colors! Oh there are so many beautiful colors of sock yarn from which to choose. 2016-01-05 16.40.25



Reason #4:

Comfort. You have never felt anything so wonderful as the first time you pull on a pair of hand knit socks. And they keep your tootsies toasty.fashion-plate_8211282972_o



Reason #5: Everyone needs socks

While I live in Florida, most people in the word don’t (although every tourist season that becomes harder and harder to believe). Everyone wears socks pretty much every day, and what is a better, more thoughtful gift than a pair of hand-knit socks? Totallly usable, usually bright and beautiful, and massively comfortable.

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KNIT ALL THE SOCKS.