Casting On

We just started a Prayer Shawl group at church. [Google: Prayer Shawl and be amazed]. I am really excited but I couldn't remember how to cast on. Finally, I stopped thinking, looking at the 8 million different books I had and let my hands take over. My hands remembered what my head could not bring to the forefront.

I thought about some of the new things that have been in my life lately. My bike has come back out, I am taking more pictures with Mom's camera, I went to the Prayer Shawl group, I am back in Choir and I back reading. I am very excited. I am not a creative person by any stretch. I always considered knitting structured creativity. I would starve if I had a good book.

It has taken a while to get back into the loudness of life. It is like knitting, I just needed to clear my head and let my self take over.

Hospice Hooky

Yep.. I am playing hooky tonight. I am sitting at my desk, eating Chicken Lasagna and a real tomato, chasing it with a delicious glass of water. If I didn't have a breakfast meeting in the O'Early AM, I would be chasing it with a delicious glass (or 2) of wine. Just back from the library with new books, and I am in my PJ's . Recycling is out, cats are fed, and my house is as clean as it is going to get tonight.

I just am not in the mood to do the "grieving work" tonight. What happens when you have cried enough? What fills the space your tears once held? I can't believe anything right now is that big.

Plush

(Title complements of STP)

This is my hill climbing song. [Like I said, Pavlov's Dog.] If I can make it to the end of the song, I will usually coast down with some Dave Matthew's until I catch my breath on the trainer.

I wish I could figure out the song to switch my life into coast for a while. I am dreading August in a fierce way. Between Mom's birthday and Zach going to school, I am out of sorts. I have a letter from Mom the August I went to school (1983) that we have passed back and forth. Why is this so hard?