Holding pattern

It's warmer today, but I'm still cold, of course. The thermostat indicates sixty-nine in the living room, and I'm remain in winter attire. The front window is open for Mr. Cat's use, and I guess he's absorbing all the sunshine heat before it filters back to me. 

I check the drawing of the layout of the new unit frequently, to see where things will go. One great feature is the presence of a window on each side of the new living room. I wonder if it will be warmer.

Our new lives, Laura's and mine, have not yet begun. This is the last week of classes at school, next week are finals. Last week and this, she and her mother have organized interviews for a summer job, and interviews are being implemented. 

School work happens too, every day. Laura spent much of this week recording a video for her ASL class. A good deal of the time involved tears, lost in the intricacies of computer language. I know nothing and she is one rank above me. I suggested she consult her siblings, but that was dismissed out of hand.  Some time later her cheerful self was back in place; she resolved the problems and the assignment was finished.

I've been weaving. This is a difficult warp. Not irritating, just tedious. I knew the purple would be a problem; I was quite right.

Probably two-thirds of my fifteen yards are woven to the front beam, and suddenly this  bit of the bumpity bump boucle is balking at travelling through heddle and reed. It was abandonded yesterday, to consider its transgression and suffer bed without dinner. 

I was out and about this afternoon, phone in hand, and the blooms were interesting. I got some on the way home.

And, finally, can you see what I think is a tiny, abandoned bird nest in this pine? I cannot believe pine needles just fell in this pattern. It's a small nest, and I don't know birds this small.

And so, back to getting that thread on track.