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skipping stones over the lake of my mind.
Jan. 21st, 2011 12:32 pmI had a weird bit this morning. I was making things with cardboard and packing tape while watching Mythbusters. I started watching Mythbusters because pretty much everyone I knew watched it and I kept feeling left out. But they film it in California, and some of their remote locations are places I've actually been on vacation. I am frequently knitting during Mythbusters but I don't think I've ever been "building" something.
I need to call the coffee woman and reschedule because I haven't been grocery shopping yet and am supposedly going to meet her in 1.5 hours. I'd much rather send her an email. Bleah. Phone. Scary. But it's not like I can skip the grocery store to just hang out.
[There was a giant pause in the middle of the next paragraph while the coffee woman called.]
An interesting paradigm shift happened yesterday. One of the other volunteers at the knitting group, the one who insisted that she didn't want to come unless she was a volunteer--- seriously refused to try an open group out first, I'm still WTF about that.--- when I first met her, she seemed to have the good-luck version of my life. She has the job I was mutually terminated from 11 years ago but she works from home (the commute was horrid), she has a big floor loom, she has an apartment with hardwood floors and 2 cats, she has a husband and family and inlaws that she loves, she's a fast knitter, reads the same kinds of books as I do, and she's about as introverted as I am. I was completely envious. But I've been to her home and it's not all that. Her cats aren't very affectionate (even with her, not expecting them to love me) and they get into her weaving and knitting. But what changed yesterday is how much she hates the job. I hated it too. I suspect I had one of those Erma Bombeck kinds of envy... the grass is always greener over the septic tank...
I need to knit myself the cord cozy I found yesterday. My Skullcandy earbuds are purple but the cord is green. It's really ugly together. Plus the cords are always tangled from being dropped in my gym bag.
But I need to leave for the store. Do you think people will notice if I don't wash my hair?
I need to call the coffee woman and reschedule because I haven't been grocery shopping yet and am supposedly going to meet her in 1.5 hours. I'd much rather send her an email. Bleah. Phone. Scary. But it's not like I can skip the grocery store to just hang out.
[There was a giant pause in the middle of the next paragraph while the coffee woman called.]
An interesting paradigm shift happened yesterday. One of the other volunteers at the knitting group, the one who insisted that she didn't want to come unless she was a volunteer--- seriously refused to try an open group out first, I'm still WTF about that.--- when I first met her, she seemed to have the good-luck version of my life. She has the job I was mutually terminated from 11 years ago but she works from home (the commute was horrid), she has a big floor loom, she has an apartment with hardwood floors and 2 cats, she has a husband and family and inlaws that she loves, she's a fast knitter, reads the same kinds of books as I do, and she's about as introverted as I am. I was completely envious. But I've been to her home and it's not all that. Her cats aren't very affectionate (even with her, not expecting them to love me) and they get into her weaving and knitting. But what changed yesterday is how much she hates the job. I hated it too. I suspect I had one of those Erma Bombeck kinds of envy... the grass is always greener over the septic tank...
I need to knit myself the cord cozy I found yesterday. My Skullcandy earbuds are purple but the cord is green. It's really ugly together. Plus the cords are always tangled from being dropped in my gym bag.
But I need to leave for the store. Do you think people will notice if I don't wash my hair?
