Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Dirty Water

The title of this post may be a bit trite, I don't care. Although I live in New Hampshire, I am, like the rest of the country, reeling from the attacks at the Boston Marathon yesterday.

I grew up in the city of Waltham, which is not far from Boston. I only moved to New Hampshire when I was 12, and one of my earliest memories of Boston is a field trip to visit the Museum of Science.  It's always been "the city, " that magical place where Life happened. Even though I'm from New Hampshire, I love Boston. I am completely comfortable on the T (the subway system). I'll walk around Chinatown, visiting my favorite bakeries (but not at night.) The Freedom Trail, the USS Constitution... It's Boston. It's my home.

I found out about the bombings when I made my daily trip to the bank for work, the teller asked if I knew anything else about the "explosions." That's the key word there. Explosions. My first thought was "manhole cover? The Big Dig?" (as locals know, something faulty happening to the massive construction project spanning the 1990s isn't out of the question.) Something intentional never factored into my initial thought process. As was said many times yesterday, it doesn't happen here.

When I got home, and watched the news and saw that someone, some coward, did this to my city, I got angry. I couldn't watch CNN or FOX, they were too impersonal. I needed comfort from those that were there, at the finish line, who saw it happen. Patriot's Day, also known as Marathon Monday, is the unofficial start of spring, and that someone would take advantage of that, that someone would target us when we're celebrating spring, and healthy competition, and the spirit of the men and women who gave birth to a revolution, I just.... I have no words.

My thoughts and prayers are with those who were killed, or injured yesterday. I was lucky- of the friends and family I had in the city, all were far away enough that they weren't hurt. I'm just going to leave you with this quote, attributed to Mr. Rogers:

"When I was a boy, and I saw scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.'"

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Shoulda Woulda Coulda

I should be knitting. I should.

I'm going to school part time, and I had a project and a paper due last night.

I could be knitting. I could.

I have several projects on the needles... I even have multiple projects coming from the same skein.



(It's a skein of Mushishi. 491 yards- very expected that I can get two projects out of one skein. I wanted a scarf and matching mitts, and I wasn't smart enough to start the mitts first, so I pulled out the center pull end of the cake to cast the mitts on.)

(The mitts are Fetching, in case anyone was curious. The scarf is the Yarn Harlot's One Row Handspun Scarf.)

I should knit, but I'm feeling too darn lethargic.


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Unnerving

This has nothing to do with knitting, or quilting, or reading, just life.

I am going to be the topic (or at least one of the topics) at the next board meeting at work. It's quite a weird feeling, knowing this.

The end result of the board meeting's discussion, I am either going full time (for the summer), or getting an assistant (for the summer).

Odds are, I'm getting an assistant. (I hope I get an assistant- although I have some control issues and want to be able to the job by myself- going full time will ultimately mess with my retirement accounts. Going full time permanently would be one thing, but it's quite another to disrupt my retirement account just for a summer.)

Getting an assistant is an other weird feeling, because I only work 25 hours a week.