when the day starts with an e-mail saying
that my library book
(which i haven’t’ yet finished and i didn’t know was even due)
is now far overdue,
it does not feel good at all.
then i go to try out the new recipe i’ve been waiting to try
and i don’t have an ingredient. i don’t have the main ingredient.
so i decide maybe little guitar playing is in order,
but the song that i most want to play has a
solo lick that is kicking my butt.
so i think: knitting.
grabbing a skein of malabrigo mecha and dpns,
i settle in to whip up a pair of fingerless
no pattern, no pressure.
just to ward off
the chill at the bus stop each morning.
i spend a few happy minutes on the ribbing at the cuffs
only to realize that i don’t have the right size dpns to knit the rest of the glove.well, who needs ‘the rest of the glove’ anyway…
feeling a bit like alexander
(in the ‘terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day‘),
i decide that it’s late enough to go to bed.
every creative thing attempted all day came to nothing,
so sleep and a clean slate kind of morning
sound really, really good.
now it’s the next day.
the library fine is paid and the book renewed.
there is a huge head of califlower in the refrigerator,
i got over the hump of the tricky lick and am getting better at it,
and a quick trip to a lys later, i have the size 10 dpns that i need to work
the rest of the mitts.
what a difference a day makes. seriously.
‘feeling’ taken from 59:10 of isaiah.