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.
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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Construction Work, originally uploaded by gullevek.
For whatever reason, work is being done on the front of our office building. Word on street is that the entrance will now have a water feature and a bronze relief mural depicting our members. Never mind the fact that the former edifice was in great shape and was simple and understated. Never mind the wasted water. Never mind that the money could be spent elsewhere for the benefit of our members.
Our first hint that something was going on was when the construction fences went up. No memo. No email. No other advance notice. We lost the ledge on which we (the women) balanced to change our shoes. Now we have jackhammers and other construction noise right below us. The best part – this will be going on for at least six months and a mailroom employee was my source for most of this information. Classic!!
