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Breakfastable
Yesterday morning I had a “doctor’s appointment.” At least that is why I went into work late…
In reality, my aunt was in town and we met for breakfast at Café Promenade at the Mayflower Hotel. This was the second time I had eaten there (the first being almost five years ago when I broke down sobbing with my then boss because I hated my job). My aunt and I have both experienced a lot of job related crap over the last two years. It has been a real blessing to commiserate with her, as my parents do not have corporate jobs (Mom is a teacher and Dad runs his own commercial drywall). It is heartening (& disheartening too) to hear about her dysfunctional workplace.
Well Run Dry
Has the well run dry? After having so much to say over the last few weeks, I do not have any particular statements I want to make. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Zero. Until I am inspired, dear reader, you will get to read about the minutiae of my life.
Learning Process
otherworldly, originally uploaded by Ilikethenight.
About two years ago, I decided to learn how to knit. I bought a kit at a big-box chain store and a book off the internet. After several frustrating evenings, I almost gave up. I happened to mention to a friend that I wanted to learn and she offered to teach me. Surprise, surprise! She knit in addition to making jewelry, running a business, and still working full time. She taught me and here I am.
Except that the journey from there to here hasn’t been that simple. I remember reading knitting blogs and getting frustrated because I didn’t understand the terminology. I remember going to a chain craft store and getting frustrated because I didn’t understand the difference between different widths of yarn, much less different fiber content. I remember thinking that certain patterns were so hard and I would never be able to do that.
Little by little, I had light-bulb moments. I still have those moments with knitting and even more so with spinning now that I do [a little bit of] that too.
Now it is an odd day when I don’t pick up the needles (or spindle). My world feels out of balance if I don’t.
Husband feels that way about going to the gym.
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