Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Sweater Weather


(Above: My Dad's Christmas sweater, by me)

I almost didn't take my walk this morning. Not only is it still in the low 20s out there, when I looked out the window at 8:20, my usual walking time, I could see the wind rattling the trees. I don't mind the cold--I've got lots of winter gear from my days in the mountains--but I can't abide the winter wind. Who can?

So I headed up stairs to make beds and plow a path through Will's room. I put on a sweater and my fuzzy leopard-skin slippers and braved the attic to store some miscellaneous Christmas stuff.

I did my best to ignore Travis the Dog, who whined at me from the bottom of the stairs. It was time for his walk, and he wanted to know what the hold up was. He cares not a whit about the wind. He has territory to mark, dog leavings to sniff out, and by jiminy, he needs me to get him out and about on his rounds.

Normally I'm pretty good at avoiding the guilt trips my dog tries to lay on me (I'm less successful when it comes to my children, sadly). But I could feel the slightest edge of morning anxiety poking its finger at my side, and that's finally what got me headed out the door, wind or no wind.

Morning anxiety is my family's stock and trade. I suppose it's just a chemical imbalance we've been saddled with, but my father, my brothers and I all have it. Exercise and dog ownership have gone a long way to eradicate mine, but over Christmas I went almost three weeks without a walk, and by the end of last week, I could feel the anxiety creeping back in.

So off Travis and I went, and as I write this my ears are still cold. But my soul is well, and my dog is happy. My ears will just have to suffer.

10 comments:

Heather said...

The sweater is fantastic. I love the detail.

Good for you getting out there- I am inside pretending I don't have overdue library books and am not in dire need of milk. The wind is my nemesis.

Susan said...

Holy tamole! Now that's a sweater. How can I get put on your Christmas list? I'd like one in a nice heather gray. My birtday's in May-not exactly sweater-wearing weather, but you might not be so busy and might have time to make a sweater for someone you've barely met. If I'm like the dog and whine at the bottom of your steps the next time I'm in NC, could I guilt you into one? You could knit it in the wind or out of the wind...

Congratulations on both the gorgeous sweater and the motivation for the walk. Both are major achievements to celebrate!

Thankful heart said...

Beautiful sweater you have done a really good job!!

Angela said...

fabulous sweater!!!

debbie bailey said...

You're quite the knitter. Amazing sweater! What does morning anxiety look like?

Pom Pom said...

Wow, Frances! You made a beautiful sweater! Way to go! Hmmmmmm. Morning anxiety is a great term for that feeling.

Gumbo Lily said...

I'm glad Travis the Dog got his wish from you. Didn't you have a lovely knitted hat for those ears?

LOVE, love, LOVE that sweater! You're amazing, Lefty!!

Jody

Left-Handed Housewife said...

Thanks for your kind words about the sweater, everyone. Susan, I'll put your name on my People I Might One Day Knit a Sweater for If I Ever Get My Act Together and Knitting a Sweater Doesn't Take Half a Year list. Holding your breath would be inadvisable.

Debbie, Morning Anxiety looks a little bit like the Grim Reaper in sweats.

frances

victoria said...

Ah ha, morning anxiety...
I am loving your Dad's sweater - bravo!

Tracy said...

That is quite a marvellous piece of knitting there! I'd have thought it was a bought jumper rather than a hand-knit. Good Job!!!!

You're quite an inspiration on the walking front too....I have decided that is the only way I'm going to get my knees happy. I need to lose about 1 dress size and take some pressure of my poor joints. If you can walk in your kinds of winters then I'm just a sook of the worst kind!