Reading

I've taken to reading more of late. I think it's a product of the need to expand my brain. I feel like I haven't learned anything in awhile. I think this is why I'm gravitating towards non-fiction, where in the past I would read fiction almost exclusively.

I wonder if this happens to everyone when their formal education stops - eventually they turn toward new ways of learning.

In a Funk

And I hate people right now. A lot.

2 days

I'm composing this blog while my computer (lovingly named "Mack the Knife") hums noisily under my fingertips, presumeably tired from all the work I'm making it do for me right now.

I'm coming to the conclusion of two incredibly restfull days off from work, which gave me time for several things, including the casting off of not one but two knit items on the needles (one half of a pair of pedicure socks, and the sash of a kimono style sweater which appears will be a gift as it doesn't look as though it will fit me), and catching up on some DVD watching that I've fallen way behind on.

I've spent the better part of these 48 hours by myself, which sometimes leaves me lonely and wondering if my friends are really mine, and sometimes leaves me glad to have the time where I don't have to deal with people and their baggage.

I wonder what 2007 has in store for me. Changes, I know, but what?

Pontification

So with Christmas approaching ever faster, I get to thinking.

Someone told me a story today about a woman who came into my store today to return some books. This story left me in so much pain, and at the same time made me wonder about humanity.

The lady was so upset that she couldn't get her cash back (because it had been too long - store policy), that she cried.

Now, this time of year, that tears my heart up, because it makes me wonder if maybe she needed that cash to do her Christmas shopping. And I hurt for her if that was her situation.

But the growing cynic inside me (this is what happens when you work in retail), wonders if she knew the policy and just used that as a tactic to try and get the young man to just give her the money.

And that depresses me further, that I've begun to think that way...

In general

So, I noticed that no one reads this thing just yet. No big - it's not like I'm writing in it regularly enough for it to be a big ZOMGWTFBBQ I'm so excited that she's posted type of blog, but at some point in my life I'd like to have that kind of thing - a blog that people look forward to my updating.

It will be nice, should it ever happen.

Fate

Fate is a strange mistress. Some things are not meant to happen, but I hate to be the one to interupt their flow.

I'm sorry. I found your letter, and your poem.

But if we are to believe in fate, maybe I was meant to find it. Because, though it did not reach it's intended, it touched my heart, and reminded me that there are people out there willing to go above and beyond for something they care about - someone they love.

I'm sorry that I was the one that found it, and that I'm not your one, but I thank you.

Adventures in Sock Disaster

So, as is apparently my custom when knitting socks - I messed up the heel on the first sock. Instead of repeating 2 rows 9 times (a total of 18 rows), I just knit nine more rows. So, I tried to pull it apart, and created a giant, tangled mess.

Although, I must say, the second first sock is coming along much better.