I had a backlog of links, some of them dating back a year or more. Here are two of the best of them.
Regarding hugs. I got some great ones this weekend, over the course of the singles conference.
And for those of us who are struggling with one thing or another. This article comforted me a year ago; I think it’s still worth sharing.
I may share others over the next few days. Right now my thoughts are dancing around like drops of water on a hot skillet. It was a good singles conference. I’m glad that I went, and I have much to ponder. I think the best parts were the temple session on Thursday night, and the hugs given and received. The food and refreshments were more than adequate, and you could taste the love in every bite.
I thoroughly enjoyed two of the four workshops I attended yesterday. I was a little late getting to the other two and so missed crucial bits and didn’t feel completely engaged. My fault, not the presenters’. In that fourth workshop, I was tired and hungry and kept dozing off. I did go up afterward and apologize to the presenter and tell him it was not an editorial comment, just my blood sugar.
The dance on Friday was OK. Just OK. The dances on Saturday have always been better, because we have spent the day together in workshops and service projects, and I didn’t stay for the dance last night. A few minutes into the entertainment [charming!] I had suddenly had enough. Enough sitting, enough people, enough entertainment. So after the folk dancers were done and before the all-girl mariachi band [rather good] fired up, I said a few quick goodbyes and headed home.
I needed to pick up milk and the makings for today’s lasagna and the rest of the ingredients to try that crockpot rocky road cake.
I was in bed by 8:00 and awake again at 2:00. I worked on the Sunrise Circle Jacket for an hour and a half and then came out here to the computer. I have almost 4” worked above the hem fold on the back and wanted to start the documentation on Ravelry. I am knitting the largest size, 45”, and the combination of fatter yarn than specified and a knowledge of how much this will grow when I wash it, gives me hope that it will be a good fit when I am done. When I cast on during a workshop yesterday morning, it was a little awkward to be using size 5 needles and Aran weight yarn after working on two successive pairs of socks.
I am going to have a small snack and nuke a mug of milk, and then I am going back to bed for awhile. I’m not driving back to Duncanville tonight for the fireside. I will make the lasagna later this morning and take some to the elders and set another pan aside for Brother Sushi to fulfill a much-delayed promise and keep some for myself.
Life is good, and I’m glad that I went, and I had a couple of great talks with Brother Sushi and was civil to Brother Abacus [we kept running into each other, even though there were a bajillion other people there]. What I want right now, other than food and maybe more sleep, is to hug the Bitties and have another pleasant, rambling talk with Trainman.
Oh, and a good cry. I’m not sad, or depressed, or sick. It’s just my normal physical reaction to a spiritual feast.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!