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It is the second of May, and I don’t forget.
Happy birthday.
True love won’t desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched
And went our separate ways
Troubled times
Caught between confusion and pain
Distant eyes
Promises we made were in vain
If you must go, I wish you love
You’ll never walk alone
Take care my love
Miss you love.
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And I always have, always will. And you remember, too, since 1968.
Up early, showered and dressed, and out the door for a nice day. Carried with me a large tote filled with yarn and a partially made Ripple afghan – you know the pattern - one that you can do while you chatter, sleep fall into a coma and never miss a stitch. While there are several ladies that attend our guild meetings who can gab, laugh and knit an Aran sweater at the same time, I clearly am not in their league. (Y’all know my ancestry and the jokes about changing lightbulbs and “difficult to walk and chew gum at the same time.” . Well, I have to sit down to scratch my arse.) So when I go to meetings, I take stuff that is simple to do, so I don’t have to tink out all the work when I get home.
Also went out with a bag of Merino/silk blend fiber and my Ladybug. She sits up nicely in the back seat, buckled in for safety. Went around the corner, picked up neighbor Rena, her totebag of knitting and her Ladybug and we went to friend Cathy’s house for Sunday breakfast and a morning of working on our projects. (All 3 Bugs looked cute together, and I certainly should have taken a picture of them, but I didn’t) Then to the Guild meeting at 1pm. We meet in the lobby of a Hilton Garden Inn that generously offers us space – a bunch of knitters often generate stares, but that’s nothing to the ones we get when we bring the wheels in. Several ladies are working on Son of A.R.A.N or some variation therof, I saw toe-up socks, 2 at a time. What a great way to spend a day off.
I need to get another pair of socks on the needles – they make such a nice take-along project, worked on in little bits of time as is available, and will be so nice to have next winter and I’m up to my ass in sock yarn.
I need to get out with the cameras. I miss having sunshine on a day off, and being out in it. Spring started the other day, and I am ready.
Rain, and more rain. Son who lives about 90 minutes north of here said he drove through rain and sleet before 6am on his way to work. We just had the wet stuff, but it sure came down – and thunder.
And work. And pierogies.
This has meaning in my life.
And to preserve my sanity, or what little is left of it, there’s a “Ladies Day” planned for tomorrow. Don’t know if any in this group have any estrogen to spare, but the company is good, we have much in common and there will be enjoyable, laugh-filled conversation. And no aggravation.
Food, drink, spinning, knitting.