Or maybe woo-woo gathering, as it was originally typed. The knitting, speaking of wool, is eyeing me reproachfully from the corner; I’m working on a sweater (Multi-Year Project. Note to self: No more men’s sweaters on size 6 needles, ok?) and I’ve had to rip out my mistakes so often I now only knit when I’m in peak mental condition. Ha, ha.
The weather is yucky today, overcast, chilly. I’m watching baseball and my Dear Team is Not Doing Well. Hope springs eternal, however. That’s the great thing about baseball, really anything can happen. One likes to take that sunny expectation into one’s daily life, right?
In other excitement, I finally vacuumed. I wonder where all the energy I used to have went at times, but I like to think it’s just that my priorities have shifted, and the dawning understanding that control is pretty illusory overall has allowed me to stop trying to maintain it by constant polishing of the glassware.
OK. I’m back. I had to switch browsers because being on a Mac and all, Safari just doesn’t….quite….do anything. And I wanted to close with a link, and now my non-premium mental state is precluding that as well. Anyway I was rather cheered to find that even Crazy Aunt Purl (at http://www.crazyauntpurl.com, coincidentally) was asking for a life decoder ring this week. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone, after all.
Boozilla: learning to fly one room at a time 