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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!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Incremental progress.

Work went very well. I was blessed to work carefully and steadily, and by the end of the day I had something to show for my efforts. It will be awhile before everything I learned and everything I felt while at the single adult conference, gets integrated with the me that I already am. Yesterday’s quiet steadiness was a good start.

I went to Lucile’s for dinner. Lobster bisque, their small side Caesar, and not one but two of what are possibly the best rolls in Fort Worth, with the April issue of the Ensign open, right there next to my plate.

And then I came home, downloaded the allegedly nonexistent owner’s manual for my phone, and was able to retrieve my messages without accidentally calling my bishop at 11:00p.m.

Tonight is Knit Night. I am looking forward to that, though I may very well choose to come home and spend a quiet evening divided between couch-and-knitting and computer-and-manual.

My friend Alison shared a link to one of her favorite writers, Sharon Randall. I tried to subscribe to her website using Google Reader, and kept coming up with an error message. Beautiful writing. Just beautiful.

Time to gather up my stuff and prepare to hit the road. Still would prefer to stay home and hit the sack, though thankfully I slept well again, if not for long. I was wrangling the phone all night in my dreams, but at least the urge to use it for target practice has passed!

2 comments:

Jenni said...

Remind me when I'm in the mood for gift giving again that you and technology are not friends. For Christmas I am buying you an abacus!

AlisonH said...

I'm glad you enjoyed her too. She's a good one. I've got a signed copy of her Birdbaths and Paper Cranes book.

When a friend of mine was struggling badly with new widowhood, I told her she might want to read it. That friend contacted Randall, and Randall, whose husband had also died of cancer, took the time to sit down and write her a long letter that offered great comfort to a woman she'd never heard of before.

She's a treasure.