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Freeplay Friday

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It’s a beautiful, warm, sunny day, and a sweet girl I know is marrying her love later today. We don’t know each other all that well, but she honored me with an invitation to her reception this evening following a small private marriage ceremony. How could I not go? Laura’s another reminder of all the good people in the world, and in my life.

For Laura and Max, I wish them great happiness and a long and successful marriage. This is for them:

 

 

Lyrical Wednesday

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My knitting has been much on my mind lately–have you noticed?–and I’ve made a more concerted effort to make sure I get some time with the sticks and string every day, if only for half an hour or so. A few minutes of peaceful knitting can really set the tone for the rest of my day.

I’ve also been thinking, again, about why I knit, and for whom. Most of my knitted goods are meant for others, my little bit of warmth and cheer sent out into a sometimes very cold and cheerless world. This is a long tradition, this business of knitting for others, and it’s one that I’ve happily embraced–it allows me the double pleasure of knitting stuff and helping someone out, even though I will likely never know who that someone is.

I liked this simple poem about knitting for sailor lads; it nicely sums up my own reasons for knitting for others. Enjoy!

The Knitting Song

by Jessie Pope

Sailor lad, on the sodden ground,
Sailor lad on the seas,
Can’t you hear a little clicketty sound
Stealing across on the breeze?
It’s the knitting-needles singing their song
As they twine the khaki or blue,
Thousands and thousands and thousands strong,
Tommy and Jack, for you.

Click — click — click,
How they dart and flick,
Flashing in the firelight to and fro!
Now for purl and plain,
Round and round again,
Knitting love and luck in every row.

The busy hands may be rough or white,
The fingers gouty or slim,
The careful eyes may be youthfully bright,
Or they may be weary and dim,
Lady and workgirl, young and old,
They’ve all got one end in view,
Knitting warm comforts against the cold,
Tommy and Jack, for you.

Knitting away by the midnight oil,
Knitting when day begins,
Lads, in the stress of your splendid toil,
Can’t you hear the song of the pins?
Clicketty, click — through the wind and the foam
It’s telling the boys over there
That every “woolly” that comes from home
Brings a smile and a hope and a prayer.

Click — click — click,
How they dart and flick,
Flashing in the firelight to and fro!
Now for purl and plain,
Round and round again,
Knitting love and luck in every row.

Winner!

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I frogged it, that hat I was working on. Can I say it was pretty hideous? Because it was.

That puts me further behind in the Random Hats project, but I just couldn’t stand it one more second, that cheap plastic-y yarn and the garish color and the hugeness of it. Could. Not. Stand. It.

Eh. It happens that way sometimes. Persistence is an admirable quality, but sometimes a girl just has to throw in the towel.

Life is all about choosing your battles. I don’t take on many these days, saving my strength and patience and stubbornness for the ones that really mean something to me. I seldom win, but I put up a hell of a fight. That’s what counts.

That hat? It’s so not worth it. Not worth one more second of my precious time. I may not end up with a finished hat, but I’m walking away a winner this time.

Waiting

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So I’m waiting.

Waiting for work–the log-in page shows there’s work available at the online job, but when I click on the link, nothing happens. There are only about so many times you can click on a link that doesn’t work before you start feeling like a complete goober. About half a dozen times in a row would be that number of times.

I’m waiting to see if the latest hat project is going to be just massively, mishapenly huge. It’s kind of a game now, and I keep trying it on as it gets longer and I still keep thinking “yep, way too big” even for my big giant head, but I keep knitting. I don’t even like the yarn–more plastic stuff–or the color and I’m starting to not like the pattern, but I’m knitting and waiting. It could all come out really great, if only I wait.

I’m waiting to see how a truly strange personal situation will turn out. Right now, it’s a whole lot of cooling my heels and wondering which one of us is the more screwed up. Right now, I’d say we’re in a dead heat in that department and I realize that continuing to wait may be utterly futile, but I keep doing it anyway. Something’s got to give at some point, and when it does, I’ll be here, waiting.

I’m really good at waiting. If I could get paid for it, I’d become a professional waiter, not in that I’d bring you your food, but in that I’d stand in line for you, or hang at the airport for you, or sit at the hospital for you. I’m really good at stuff like that. I can wait forever, with only the odd burst of rabid impatience.

“The greatest power is often simple patience.”
–E. Joseph Cossman

If this is true, then I have superpowers.

Waiting.

Quiet Sunday

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I’m looking forward to another quiet day around here. Nothing much on the agenda, other than another load of laundry and some work if I can get it. A bit of knitting awaits, too, and I can’t tell you how much I loved being able to pick up my sticks and string yesterday and earlier this morning. It was almost like coming home.

These days I’m aware of a contentedness I haven’t felt in a long time. There is good and happiness in my life, though there’s hardly a waking moment when I don’t feel Mr. F’s absence. That’s a void no one else will ever be able to fill, but around that aching void is so much good. So many good people in my life. I wonder if he knows that he’s one of those good people, and for all the pain, I wouldn’t have missed him for anything. I wonder, too, if he really knows that I will never abandon him, and that I’ll be here until the end if he ever needs me. I’ve learned that about myself, and him, and love, over this long year, and in the quiet days and nights.

Quiet days. They’re good for the soul.

Saturday plans

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I have a free day. Other than a load of laundry and working online a bit, there’s not a single thing I have to do. Everything else I do today, I get to do. I’m a little giddy.

Mostly, I want to knit today. I’ve been missing it so much lately, and the work at the library has again left me with hands so stiff and sore at the end of the day that I haven’t been able to do much. Taking the day off yesterday was a good thing, and today, my hands are wanting to feel bamboo and wool, sticks and string, wanting that familiar rhythm of pulling the next loop through.

I got together with some friends last night for a simple but wonderful meal of pizza, fruit, and fancy-ass cookies, and then–well, then, we knit. Friend S is teaching someone how to knit and while they sat side by side knitting away, T and I sat side by side working on our projects. Mostly I was doing some finishing work, weaving in ends on a project I’d finished knitting ages ago and on a hat for the Random Hats project, and it was a peaceful and lovely way to spend an evening.

Knitting, I’ve found, is not only about making stuff. It’s about making a life, too.

Freeplay Friday, the real deal

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And then something comes along that makes whining about a bad haircut seem so very piddling. Please watch this. It means something. It’s the real deal.

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/47532705″>September Campaign 2012 Trailer: Rwanda</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/charitywater”>charity: water</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>