My Music Man

K. received the last bit of his recording setup two days ago--the keyboard. He wasted no time in setting up his various accoutrements in our front bedroom, AKA "the storage room", and promptly left our reality for his own very special one where nothing exists except the almighty MUSIC.

I am in awe of people who can create music of any kind, and the fact that one of them happens to live in my house is awesome. This musical inclination is probably the most attractive thing about my dearest. Watching him play, especially songs he's written himself, always gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling. 

When we started dating he was still playing in his band and told me that he would write me a song. That was six years ago, and I have mentioned this promise periodically ever since. He always said, "When I get my setup, you'll get your song."

Well, he's got his setup. I figure I'll give him a couple of days before I ask for my song. 

It's been so long....

We're finally back up and running with our new MacBook. It's been a little aggravating trying to acclimate to a new system, especially since Apple doesn't like to coddle their customers by doing silly things like including a nice, comprehensive owner's manual with their products, but I digress. At least I have my internet back. 

I've had some time to get some serious knitting in, at least. Well, serious for me, anyway. I've (basically) finished Bridget's sweater. All it lacks is the lace edgings sewn on to the sleeves and blocking, but I'm not in any real hurry to finish it up because we're coming up on West Texas summer, during which time wool/cashmere sweaters don't really come in handy. (Also, I might have had a slight problem in the gauge department resulting in a sweater that will probably not fit Bridget until 2012, but we will never speak of that again.) 

I finished my first pair of socks, light purple, and am 3/4 of the way through Bridget's first pair, pink, yellow, orange and white variegated that I picked up in Ruidoso a few weeks ago. Very girly and pretty. I'm also working on a couple of other things that I can't mention specifically here due to the fact that several of the recipients will probably be reading this. 

Bridget is growing like a little weed. She is almost 19 months old now (not a baby anymore!) and has such a little sassy personality. She is nothing like me in temperment, so I guess she gets that part of her from K. Or her Aunt Sassy. 

Wherever it comes from, I wouldn't change it for anything. I'm so blessed to have such a sweet, outgoing, loving child, even if she sometimes aggravates me so much that I want to toss her out in the yard like a can opener or stirrup pants. (Only 2 people will understand what I'm talking about here.)

My brain is tapped. "Happy Feet" is making me comatose (for the second time today).