My brain is churning with random ideas of what to post, but nothing is clear or can catch my attention for more than a fleeting moment. Some of the current things that are swirling around my head:
I keep dreaming about work and/or work related people or things. I find that possibly even more disturbing than this dream.
All my knitting projects keep taunting me, except for the sock. I think the sock doesn’t taunt me because I knit on it. I’m a little worried that the lace is going to do something drastic and cause me to melt into a puddle on the floor.
I really enjoyed spinning the silk hankie I got at SAFF and want to spin more silk.
If I don’t take the yarn I’ve spun off the bobbin right away (which is most of the time), I like to tell myself that it is marinating, or um,? distilling, like alcohol or kimchi, but without being smelly or messy and it’s good for the yarn.
Why do I always want to join a knit a long, knowing that I will promptly stop knitting whatever it is I am knitting along?
I don’t think people are born intrinsically good or evil. I think a person is born as a blank slate, and then culture dictates what is taught as good and evil, right and wrong and molds that person’s belief system in regards to those things.
I think I’m ready to tackle another room in the house and purge, purge, purge. Look out, Dahmer/computer room.
I need a haircut, and by haircut I mean trim.
We should bowl more. I wonder if we could either join or start a couples league.? I want a kick ass bowling shirt with name on it, yes I do.
I need to make the dog a vet appointment. I think I’ll go do that now.
I found a kick ass bowling shirt in my mother in law’s closet over the summer. It’s dark blue polyester, a pullover not a button up shirt, with patches all over it. “I beat my coach”, “I beat my best score”, and tons of just pictures of bowling pins and wedge-shaped ones with different scores on them that fit together like Trivial Pursuit pie pieces. And it’s skin tight on me. It used to be Peter’s so he let me have it, only I can’t wear it until my dress-wearing project is over. It’s waiting for me though, and I am going to bowl awesome for the first time in my life when I finally get to put it on. I just know it.
Just go bowling more. If you still like it in six months, *then* start a league.