“In the Family of Things”

[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?