All my life I have collected patterns for knitting. I would buy cheap yarn in bulk in anticipation of working on a project. I finally made myself stop buying knitting magazines as they were piling up in the corners. So many dreams and plans, so many kids, so many work hours, so many responsibilities . . .
Well I'm back! . . . and collecting patterns again! This time it's Addi needles, high quality yarn and I've just purchased a beautiful Victorian stitch marker and row counter set. On my "Knitting for me . . ." page are unusual knit Shrug patterns that I've found. If you find anything like these, please let me know. I am knitting these shrugs for myself to keep me warm in my old age. Of course, I may never make all of these patterns but I do love finding them and looking at them. This is art to me.
Many years with troubled kids . . . lots of therapy . . . and the therapist always said "and what are you doing for yourself?" I wasn't unhappy back then, too busy to be unhappy . . .
A friend of mine made fun of me for riding the bus to work and back. It was a short ride, but not fighting traffic and chatting with other riders or just being, made it worthwhile. All she could see and hear were the potential "diseases" she'd catch on the way.
ReplyDeleteSomething amazing is happening for you and I am thrilled that you've discovered this new freedom.
The bus ride always has a story. I'm not one to worry about germs.
ReplyDeleteThe other day we stopped at a stop between the two towns, middle of no where - about 90+ degrees. There was a lone aged man, tired and hot and very confused as to how he was going to get where he was going.
The bus driver told him he needed $3.50, and the man said "I have a token". The bus driver responded with "You will need 14 tokens". So the man stepped back off the bus to sit in the field and ponder his plight.
As soon as the bus driver closed the door, practically everyone on the bus hollered "I'll pay for him". He opened the door and we all beckoned at the man to come and get on.
Quarters came from everywhere, and a lady in the front seat chipped in several dollars and had him sit with her. Seems he had to get to a town in the totally opposite direction so his aged aunt could pick him up. The lady used her phone to call his people and gave him a few $$.
I don't know what happened after he got off in town, but I don't want to think of the pain if we had left him sitting in that field.