How can every week some how not be the week you planned–how,why is that? Life just rolls across the floor like a ball of yarn with a cat batting at it. The course has no path yet we stumble down it.
And so goes the second week of January. In all honesty, I try not to leave my house. It is how I get things done. Normally, I don’t say this out loud. Most people don’t verbalize their thoughts about my reclusiveness, but I do hear what they are thinking. HOW CAN SHE DO THAT? I COULD NEVER DO THAT. Not leave the house for days on end? Well, that’s just weird.
And so it is. I am weird.
Trips to the grocery store, post office, school, whatnot are consolidated. I try for intention even in my errands. Last week, for a variety of reasons, was a long continuous loop of leaving the house and coming back. Things just needed to get done out in world.
On the way to SAQA meeting, I got lost and ended up at the MACstore. I was hoping to get a bigger hard drive installed on my computer–instead, I traded it in for an older version with a vast (I hope endless) storage capacity. (Even son number one was impressed with this.)
I discussed and analyzed phone plans with my GCI representative. Here is this year’s birthday present. I know to you it looks like a phone, but for me it is a new camera with the ability to call people.
Last night, we were watching Downton Abbey. Mr. Carson was completely dismayed that the King of England would speak on the the new fangled, steal your soul, radio, and my kids said–YOU! You are just like Mr. Carson!
When I am feeling brave and ready to fend off a truckload of virtual tomatoes being thrown at me, I’ll write a post about my somewhat archaic notions on cell phones, but for now, let’s just go along with the idea that this is a camera–cause you know I won’t be using it as a phone. But who uses a phone as a phone anymore anyway?
New phone takes a photo of old phone. Boring, right?
Who just opened an Instagram account. Yep. Tales of a Stitcher goes wild. We will see.
In the meantime, I stitched THREE Linden Sweatshirts by Grainline Patterns.
And one Lola by Victory Patterns.
Mid-week, Walt and I attended a memorial service for a 28 year old man. He was a hockey player and a pilot and pretty much loved by everyone who encountered him. It was a raw and open hearted experience to see young men in hockey jerseys sobbing stories of their grief from the podium. It shouldn’t be that way, but sometimes it is.
I left the service knowing two things for sure.
Don’t be afraid to tell some one you love them. I LOVE you folks!
Don’t be afraid to live the life that is inside of you–to open yourself to the universe one Lego at a time.