Adventure in Gratitude Day 29

Ginny.

Much like Gilda Catner, Ginevra Johnson is a saint. When we got her I was still living with my parents. I was working from home, so I was the one she was with the most. She very quickly became my dog. She listens to me in ways she doesn’t listen to anyone else. I have always let her out, if I can get away with it, without her collar for the fence. She doesn’t run. When I cry, she licks my tears. When I cry, she sits on my lap. She sleeps with me if I’m there. When I had my shoulder repaired a couple of years ago, she barely left my side. When I had my other shoulder repaired last year, she was devastated she couldn’t be in the room with me all of the time because Gilda was there. When I walk in the door she sits in my chair. She gets out of my chair, and then immediately gets back in my chair after I’ve sat in it. She’s ripped a dozen pairs of tights. She’s the best buddy I could ask for.

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Affirmation 11/29/16

You are not alone. You are not alone. You are not alone. Take a deep breath and look around you. Look at those across the world. You are not alone. People everywhere feel lonely. That on its own is unifying. Your feelings are valid. You are not alone. I’m on your side. I’m here.

I’m glad you’re here.

Adventure in Gratitude Day 28

Knitting.

I’m not great at it. I’m fine at it. I can accomplish a few things. I know two whole stitches.

I’ve been trying to knit the same hat for over a week. I kept inadvertently knitting mobius strips. Even when I had knit rows and rows. Even when everything was going just fine, I’d suddenly have a calculus problem on my hands. Knitting had always been so calming, and here I was crying over how I barely passed Mr. Merrell’s class, because I never actually bought that TI-84. I’m not saying I was super smart. I’m only reminding you I passed that class without that fancy calculator.

I’d get 5 rows in. I’d have a math problem. I’d rip it out. The yarn would get stuck before it all unraveled, and I’d have to cut the yarn. I’d get 30 rows in. I’d have a math problem. I’d rip it out. The yarn would get stuck before it all unraveled, and I’d have to cut the yarn. I’d get 10 rows in. I’d have a math problem. I’d rip it out. The yarn would get stuck before it all unraveled, and I’d have to cut the yarn. This happened six times, before I bought new yarn. It still happened two more times. I stayed up until 1:30 last night finishing the hat. I hate the hat. But I did it.

Once it was fully underway, I was gone. I had no thoughts. I kept telling myself (and the cat), “one more row, and then we’ll go to bed.” Forty rows later, I was zen. I fell asleep without issue.

I will knit another hat tonight.

Adventure in Gratitude Days 26 and 27

Yesterday I ran out of time. I apologize.

So first.

Spontaneity.

Spontaneity terrifies me. I like a plan. I like knowing days in advance what time we’re leaving. I like knowing when we’ll get there. I like knowing if someone who has made my life intentionally harder will be there so I can opt out.

But. I love that it challenges me. I love that some times I can run into friends in a place and run into them again I another place. I love that I can call people without a plan to do a thing.

 

Shakespeare readings.

These are different than Shakespearemachine. These are those monthly readings I’ve been doing since March of last year. We just had our Shakesgiving feast, and it was so good.