The best laid plans of nice wo-men...

...to misquote the esteemed Robert Burns.

Last night I had a couple moments of dizziness, which I chalked up to wearing my reading glasses while moving around, or tiredness. But by the time I was getting ready for bed, it was a full-blown case of vertigo; ugh. All I could do was lay down and hang on while my world whirled. This morning felt more like a slow merry-go-round, but even those made me motion-sick as a child so I stayed in bed while Rick did all the animal chores and got kindling and firewood should I get up and want to build a fire. (Bless his heart!) Now I am up and moving very slowly and carefully; I've eaten a little and a fire is built, but today is clearly not going to be productive and that stinks. Just sitting here and posting this is requiring frequent breaks, and I might just go lay down again before I finish. Phhfft. (I ended up doing just that for the last six or seven hours.)

I'm feeling slightly better now (as long as I don't turn my head or bend over), and I have a few things to share. The one time I went outside this morning (to empty the ash bin so I could clean out the firebox) I took this:

Rain, flowering plum buds opening, and daffodils – an iconic spring day! And a relief to the earth and plants, I'm sure, as it was shockingly dry for March. I also managed to finish spinning the last bit of the FatCatKnits fiber:

I plan on plying this for the April "15 minutes a day" challenge in the Jenkins Ravelry group. It should make a beautiful gradient skein of fingering!

Yesterday when I stopped at the post office for work, a woman wearing a handsome colorwork sweater was also getting her mail. I complimented her on it, and she thanked me warmly. I asked her if she made it, and she said she not only made it years ago, but owned and sheared the sheep it came from and spun their wool! Of course I had to touch it and ask what kind of sheep she had (Corriedale), and tell her I have Shetlands. Then I left, but regretted not getting a photo so turned around and went back in. She had moved to the service counter, so I just took a sneak shot and left again.

A week or so ago, Rick finished turning another bowl – or rather, an urn – out of pear. I think this is his best so far; a masterpiece!

It's 9" tall and about that across. I wish I had a good display space, like a lighted china cabinet, for Rick's creations. Right now five of them (including this one, and the small vessel that holds our napkins) are on the dining table, with more shut inside the antique pie safe.

Thanks to a Facebook group set up for the mission trip, we've learned that Brian made it safely to Belize, then Guatemala and the job site. He's learning how to lay block!

One last photo. Several weeks ago I picked up some free pots advertised on Freecycle, then bought some pretty pansies to put in that blue one. Good thing I didn't get around to potting them, because tulips are coming up in it now!

That's it for now from . . .