[note: this post has very little knitting content. almost none, actually.]
Well, it’s been an eventful year, so far. I suppose it’s just like everyone else’s year with some rough months and some lovely surprises tucked in here and there. I spent the weekend in Western Mass again, seeing people who I adore, learning that I enjoy homemade sour cherry cordial, canning peaches, and generally smiling a lot. This sort of experience leads me to reflect on Life, that and I had a lot of alone-time in the car. Good times.
I’m happy to report that I’ve had quite a few good times here in town, a lot of them related to our local knitting group and fellow knitters. I’m feeling happy and connected in an independent way….not something I’ve experienced in a while. Now, as opposed to last year, I’m pretty sure somebody would notice if I were eaten by a bear/fell off a cliff/drank the wrong container of poison/etc. I mean, it might take a few days, but I’m confident someone might look up and say, “Uh…wasn’t someone working on a sock a few weeks ago? Where the hell is she?”
In that light of being connected to people, I wanted to share someone else’s story with you. Today I read this touching post that reminded me of things we do out of love and respect for those we care for and about. I have nothing to say except that I was completely inspired and had my hope for humanity renewed after I was finished reading.
So, Happy Day, people. I’m proud to be in this with you. How about a little of Ms. Oliver to end this post?
