Bridge

I have never been very good at transitions, which is a trait that I’m not proud of. I’m working on it, but for now I don’t like moving from one place to another. I love new places, I can be happy almost anywhere I find myself once myself is in a new place… but the actual physical and emotional process of extricating myself from one system to another? I suck at it. I can never find my stuff, I forget things… my stuff never fits in my bags and is always exploding… usually in a yarn like fashion – right out of my purse(s) and to make the whole thing as graceful as possible, the addition of luggage takes my always bumbling, toe stubbing, item dropping self into a whole other level of lurching through airports and cabs with all the agility of a three legged drunken donkey with a balance problem. (Really. My ability to locate a solid object and run into it with either an item in my care or a part of my body is legendary.) That’s just the physical. The emotional part of transitioning is something I’m not good at either. Take now. I’m sitting in the Vancouver airport, having come off a plane from Seattle, and heading for Toronto, and all I can think of is that I really, really miss Tina and can’t believe I won’t be at the beach working with her for a long time again and deeply regretting that this time has come to an end – and then in the exact same breath really, really looking forward to seeing Joe and the girls because I miss them, and I miss my own bed and all my stuff, and hell. I even missed my little cat the other day and she’s a huge pain in the arse. When I am home I will be missing the heron every day, and there’s really something to be said for working a 14 hour day without interruption, and I didn’t have to do laundry while I was there… but I sort of miss my washing machine. It’s a nice one. Also, I like the way food tastes at home ….. and I love all the alone time when I’m away, but I’m a little lonely for my family.

All of this together is a rather long way of saying that for about sixteen reasons, I am not someone who slides through a journey to or from somewhere with ease. I’m discombobulated the whole way, in every way. As a consequence, I’ve learned to handle layovers really really delicately. I think of them as a bridge from one state of being to the other. I let go of one place, look forward to the next, say my goodbyes to one set and be happy about the next. To make that happen in a spiritual, beautiful, engaging way, I have finally compiled three items that can make it all come together.

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No problem. 10 minutes till boarding. See you on the other side.

120 thoughts on “Bridge

  1. I’ve never commented before, but I think I am the first on this post? Wow. I understand what you mean about transitions. And my cat is a pain in the arse as well! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. I always have all my stuff spread all over creation. I often think I should simplify my life/things/yarn, but I can’t even say it with a straight face!

  3. from those who have left before you there are reentry tips. though your and tina’s may be more difficult.
    fish and yarn are two really important pieces of it.
    the countdown to next year helps too!
    thanks for a great camp. good luck with reentry. many before you have survived.
    ps. you may miss port ludlow sooner than you think should be reasonable.

  4. And I selfishly sit here and wait for you to fly to northern California again so I can get to see you again, the Sock Summit being iffy over here for now.
    That project is coming along nicely. It’s got the colors of Northwest rhododendrons in spring in it.

  5. Spending the holiday at home with family is worth the difficulty of the transition. A cold beer smooths out life’s wrinkles. Best to you and yours.

  6. I have the exact same problem when I’m away from home too. I love home. I love my bed and my pillows and being able to really relax in my own element, but there is also something to be said for the new, the fresh, the exciting while we’re away, isn’t there? Hang in there… you’ll sleep in your own bed tonight and get to hug your babies (even though they aren’t really babies anymore).

  7. I love the colors in that shawl!
    I don’t deal well with transitions either, but then change itself sort of throws me into a tizzy, even though it can be a good thing.

  8. I have the same problem. I even have difficulty going from waking to sleeping AND from sleeping to waking. In both instances I want to keep doing whatever I’m doing. I’m glad your three things work for you. I’m still seeking my three.

  9. I find myself similarly torn between the past and the future in periods of transition, and it’s not a comfortable feeling. The aching for the past and the fear of the future make me not the biggest fan of change. Good for you for finding a way to make the best of things!

  10. My cat wakes me up EVERY MORNING AT 4AM-ish. She wants to go outside you see. I want to throw her outside. (j/k – well most of the time)
    Beer always makes a layover better.

  11. Heh. Sounds like me. Once I am on the journey, all is well. But getting there… argh! (Especially when they say your luggage is 5lb over the limit – would you like to take something out and you spend the next frenzied two minutes stuffing dirty underwear into your carry on, wondering if you should wear your snow boots and carrying that winter coat with you even though you are going to a place that is 35C).

  12. I used to love airports, before the haters made being in them so awful. And the airlines made taking what you need impossible. safe journey, happy homecoming.

  13. It sounds to me like you handle transitions quite well, if not gracefully physically. You go through more changes than a teenager getting ready for school in the morning. Hope you have/had an uneventful flight.

  14. Safe home, Stephanie. ๐Ÿ™‚ My Irish Gran always said “Safe home.” to us when we left her place. So safe home to you.

  15. You just described me to a T. I felt like I was reading my own journal there for a minute.

  16. Love your three items (although I’d substitute my iPhone for the ‘puter). The only thing I’d add would be perhaps cheese? Cheese makes everything better…well, and chocolate but I’ve found there aren’t too many beers that go with chocolate. Hmm, maybe I haven’t searched thoroughly?

  17. I fly from Panama to Nashville, TN with a layover in Atlanta, GA in about 10 days. Thank you so much for the magic formula. Does the beer help even in the mornings???

  18. You reminded me of the song lyrics, “Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings’ end.”
    Have a safe, uneventful trip back here to Canada!

  19. i can feel like this at the check out lane
    at my local walmart super center hey lady
    you forgot your bags and heres your change
    happy spring time tis the full of the moon now

  20. i think i felt a little like that the other day.. paid for gas and drove away without pumping any… i felt all clunky and like i’m bouncing off the world.
    we were at the vcr airport last weekend. they make you walk a little bit while you’re there, huh?

  21. I completely sympathize about the clumsy thing. If there’s something to trip over, knock over, fall into, or trip on, I’m the one to do it. I regularly trip on my own jeans leg. My jeans aren’t bootcuts or flares, either. Good luck!

  22. I finally caught your post before there were 2000 comments after it. Do you really have time to read all those every time? I love the colors in the garter st. shawl, particularly in the ball, I could almost lick it it looks so delicious (but then I’d have to find that old e-mail joke with the dogs cleaning the computer screen. i enjoy your posts, especially the humorous descriptions of the daily frustrations we all experience. Remember the dishwasher post? Well, I got a few times too aggressive tossing butter knives into the cutlery basket (handle end down, heaviest part) Now I have no more compartments with the bottom intact. the new basket costs $35.99. C’est la vie.

  23. Welcome back home and have a lovely Easter with your family. Things will be just fine once you are away from airports.

  24. Welcome back. I’ll bet you’ll find spring bulbs poking through in the garden now. The snow in Toronto is (apparently) gone.
    And ALL cats are a pain in the arse, especially those that demand to be paid attention to at 4 a.m.

  25. Oh graceless wonder, I feel the need to remind you that in a state of transition, you coined Kinnearing. When we’re in flux, we can do wondrous things. Or you can. Me, I’m not so sure!

  26. Change is hard. Some folks are better equipped to handle it than others (certainly not me!), but it’s still hard. Also? Speaks volumes for how much you care about and enjoyed Tina. ๐Ÿ™‚ Welcome home.

  27. I just love to be somewhere-but like you getting there is just no fun. Add crutches to the milieu and it’s 5x worse. I finally learned to tell the airlines ahead of time, and lo, I get all sorts of help. I even get to go on first(but last off)to the ‘plane. Do you think terminal clutsiness(?) would qualify as handicap? Beer and knitting always help any tense situation!! Cheers and Happy Easter to all. Allanna

  28. I believe that’s why it’s called spirits, isn’t it?
    Yes, spirits usually implies higher proof.

  29. I totally understand what you’re talking about.
    During the course of my 19 year marriage, I’ve moved eight times, and my husband is not in the military. Two of the moves have been across the entire length of Florida (the long way).
    Now, I’m a pro at moving, but I’m at a different stage of change in my life…watching my daughter spread her wings. I’m struggling…wanting to hold on for just a while longer but knowing that the leaving is part of nature.
    Replace your beer with a glass of White Zinfandel, and the picture could be on my blog!

  30. I believe that where ever you are, if you truly connect, when you leave, a little bit of your heart stays behind. On the down side that makes leaving difficult, and you forever feel a little bittersweet nostalgia for that place no matter where you live thereafter. The good side is you have homes all over the world.
    Diana (who still has pieces of heart in Japan and California.. and yes, in San Francisco.)

  31. This reminds me of when I was in college, and would be so homesick as vacations neared I couldn’t stand it. Then, as soon as I got home, as happy as I was to be there, I started missing school again almost immediately. Then, back at school, I’d be all homesick…rather a roller-coaster ride! Now, years later, I have been so busy the last few years that now I just want to stay home…I have given up going to conferences etc for a year, just to get re-aligned. As always, you say it so well, and I can so relate! I hope you have a safe trip home, and thank you for sharing the heron with us!

  32. I’ve never really thought about getting a laptop, but now you’ve got me thinking about how nice it would be to have one when I travel. Eh, for twice a year, knitting and beer will have to suffice…especially when the airport bar serves Guiness on draft.
    A safe and happy homecoming to you!

  33. There’s a reason no bar ever went out of business in an airport. There was a spell where I traveled a fair amount. I quickly learned to pack very lightly which eliminated all manner of problems. Give me a good read, a bit of knitting and the odd bit of cash for caffeine and I can go most anywhere without whining… much. Safe travels.

  34. So it’s very odd.. I can usually handle BIG changes much easier than I can handle smaller ones. Flying to a conference and settling into the hotel? I do that like no one’s business. Similarly, arriving home after the trip, I’m usually good. it’s the daily travels that throw me for a loop. For me.. I need to have my bus ride home so I can transition from “school/work Leah” to “home Leah” and I find if that is disrupted it seriously jars me. I know I must come off rude or crazy but if I’m on the bus and some old acquaintance that I didn’t really know that well appears and tries to strike up a conversation on the bus it really bothers me on some level. I mean, I’m not adverse to talking ot people, I love people. But I feel off kilter after getting off the bus and need to go for a walk or something before I get into my house to try and compensate for this loss of alone time/transition time. So I can understand completely how you can feel.
    I once read that one of the theorized reasons for why post traumatic stress disorder became so much more common in Vietnam and everything following WWII is that soldiers were now flying in and out of warfare. During WWII, soldiers had this long journey to take to return home (in the case of Canadian/American troups) which involved long boat rides across the pacific etc. and so there was this transition period.. where the troupes would travel home with their fellow soldiers for a long period of time. And so mentally they could..prepare I guess for the transition back into home lives. And I mean, clearly this isn’t the only reason for increased incidents for PSTD, I mean warfare changed DRASTICALLY this century.. and people were more willing to come forward in recent times… and there is so much horror that soldiers witness and have to process and I am not trying in anyway to make light of that. (NOR Am I at all comparing me flying home from a conference or something at all to soldiers returning home) But.. when I read about this I remember thinking about how important it is, whether you’re dealing with good, or bad, or terrible, or run of the mill daily things, to sit back and allow yourself to absorb and deal with everything. And how terrible a shock it can be to our mind and bodies if we don’t take that time to come to terms with whatever changes we’re dealing with (even if it is a light at the end of that tunnel.. or home).

  35. I travel *a lot* for work and the last day (before I go home) I have a little ritual that I use to turn my work personality off and turn my home person back on. It involves a double scotch and a long bath, but that’s my way of saying that my work is done and it’s ok to relax and think about home.
    For me, what makes this so necessary, is that when doing work away from the “office” is usually a 24/7 activity. I want to be as efficient and hard-working as possible so that I can come home as planned and it’s just exhausting. I love what I do, and I’m fortunate to have a team of people that I really enjoy – but I’d still rather do this at home.
    Enjoy your transitions – and use them wisely. I’m going home tomorrow, too. ๐Ÿ™‚

  36. Now all I ever hear in my head and feel in my heart when I see the words “see you on the other side” is Sam in the tub of goo and Ozzy singing. It’s Friday night, where’s my new frakking episode?

  37. You may have just articulated why I am such a reluctant, and bad, traveler. Thank you.

  38. When you miss a place and people before you get home, you know you have had a very good time. Have a good weekend with your family.

  39. When you miss a place and people before you get home, you know you have had a very good time. Have a good weekend with your family.

  40. Ummm… valium? Beer is okay too, but murder on the waist line.
    Insert sappy remark about family, friends, travel, etc. etc. etc.
    Sleep…..

  41. I don’t deal well with change either. I need my stuff to cope, but the stuff causes its own problems! I agree with Ally- the main problem with traveling is that I have to leave my house! And Leah- you made a perfect point about transitions and allowing ourselves time to process whatever we need to. I am going to Mexico with my children to visit my ex-in-laws in June (yes, it is too hot there then- I found that out last time!) and I am already planning how to pack very lightly while still taking “home” with me. Life is always about the balance.

  42. Ummmmm – I thought everyone was like that about transitions. I know I am. I love to travel but always miss my own bed & routines. I think part of the reason I love train travel so much is that it makes transitions so much more gradual (not that there aren’t about 30 reasons to prefer trains to planes.)

  43. This post reminds me of a lovely book of short stories by Ursula K Le Guin called “Changing Planes:Stories”. Since you love sci-fi and travel so much you might really like it.

  44. This post made me think of a lovely book of short stories by Ursula K. Le Guin called “Changing Planes: Stories”. Since you travel often and like sci-fi you might really enjoy it.

  45. Since this transition thing from place to place is tough, I highly suggest you talk with Susanna about luggage. Could make your life a bit easier on the road. Somehow I just don’t think being off the road is going to be happening for you anytime soon. Go on……send an email……ask…………do it.

  46. I agree – those are the best things I could ever think of to make any trip easier. Happy homecoming!

  47. I travel a lot – move from country to country, and transitioning is always strange. I remember hearing someone talk about culture adjustment a few years back, and how back in the day before plane travel, cultural adjustment was never as much of an issue, as people travelled by ship or had long train journeys, etc. It gave them time to use the travel as their adjustment period, processing what they left behind and preparing for what was ahead.
    Regardless, I’d rather deal with a bit of quick adjusting then have to travel 6 weeks on a steam ship. hehehe ๐Ÿ™‚

  48. I love the travelling bit. It feels like you are poised in the wings of your own stage; the exciting unknown all ahead. I love the anonymity of being away from home and the peculiar intimacy of strangers nearby all on their own mysterious trajectory to anywhere. I love packing and planning and the way you step outside your own life briefly while en route to somewhere new. I get antsy if I don’t travel enough, like I’m gathering too much moss.
    One day, when the kids are finished, I’m going to grab my suitcase and go out to meet the world. I’ll take my knitting and search out the beer too though.

  49. Wow…I thought I was the only one who had semi-permanent bruises on my limbs due to constantly running into tables & things (tables that I know are there, BTW). ๐Ÿ˜‰

  50. Oh lord, me too on the transitions. I’ve got to move this summer and I’m really looking forward to being moved, but wish I could skip the actual moving process. I suspect your prescription will get a lot of use.

  51. “You don’t have to add the wine (beer), but I like to.”-Julia Child
    It seems like you’ve discovered a great transition ritual, now if only your wonder publicist could ensure that you would ALWAYS have enough time at an airport to enjoy it!

  52. i totally understand, since i am both a klutz and in the process of moving from the home i’ve shared for 12 years with my son and daughter (and with my grandgirl for 5 years of that) into a lovely, spacious condo all to myself, with great natural light and a huge closet just for yarn. i JUST CAN’T WAIT to be there, but it’s so hard to make the transition, even though dd and ggirl will stay on in the house as my tenants, so i can come “home” even after it’s not my home anymore.)
    and while i consider computers, knitting and relaxing adult beverages essential elements of the good life either at home or on the road, i find that they are terrible/great distractions from the moving business at hand. to say nothing of the fact that my daughter and i have shared a mac mini for about 3 years and soon must disentangle our data.
    and yes, i’m fond of sir washie’s colleague in my home, since he’s extra big and powerful. in fact, i’ll miss him so much that i’ve promised to bring him my undies and other washables on a regular basis. (hey, it beats $1.50 for a small load in a shared washer and another $1.50 to dry.)
    but as someone who greatly enjoys your blog and will always remember your visit to the indianapolis area last year, thanks for traveling so much for speaking and sock summit tasks, and for sharing your adventures with us.

  53. I absolutely understand what you are saying. Flights and long drives and forgetting stuff and hotel sheets that smell differently from your home linens and not knowing where to find a good [fill in the food/drink blank]…but home is where your pillow is.

  54. I too have trouble with transitions. I first started to notice it when I spent lots of time outdoors and didn’t want to go inside. Then, I noticed when I was inside I didn’t want to go out. Then when I was at home I didn’t want to go to work… then when I was at work I didn’t want to go home……..heeelllp!! What’s this all about and how do I stop it??!!!

  55. You really struck a chord with me this morning. I love to travel and see new places, but I’m soft-hearted and get attached to people and places easily, and it always makes me sad to leave, even though I love to go home. I guess it’s good to have an open heart, but it can make you sad too!

  56. heh on the transitions: as a child, I hated the thought of getting into the tub, then didn’t ever want to get out.
    Traveling: My case is permanently packed with toothbrush and paste, hair essentials, hygiene products, extra socks, cosmetics, pain relievers, shower stuff, etc. Just add clothes according to the season.
    Klutziness: knit yourself some shin, knee, and elbow guards.

  57. I have a hard time with transition also. I love going away. Love it. Love seeing new places, people and things. But starting to get ready is hard. But comming home is sometimes easier.
    The beer look yummy. The shawl is beautiful.

  58. I had a great college roommate who referred to this as feeling dislocated. The best word I know for the odd feeling of the difficult transitions from place to place. I often feel like I’m from another time, and the speed with which we can travel in this modern age is too fast for me! Walking, riding a horse or bicycle from place to place is an awesome pace for enjoying the transitions. Even going in a car is better to me than flying, although I like flying too! I don’t know what all it is, but it’s definitely that dislocation that does it to us, isn’t it?

  59. Wow. I never thought of ‘transitioning’ that way before. I have a hard time with that too. Once I’m in a ‘place,’ I’m fine….but the getting there….whether it is the leaving home or the leaving the other place…is sometimes so overwhelming in the organizing of it…it’s almost brain damaging. Not even mentioning of the state of my nerves and emotions. I’m a happy traveler on the road but the transition is hard. And I agree with the computer, beer wine, and KNITTING part! I always miss my Mr. Tuttles (my desert tortoise) in place of my Mr. Washie II.

  60. Hope your aura has caught up with your body and all is together again. About the stumbling etc.-when I start tripping,falling and dropping things(worse than usual) I get my thyroid level checked. Usually means for me that it is out of whack again.Iagree with those who have said driving somewhere is less of a jolt to our mental condition, on that note I am looking forward to August in Portland!

  61. I can totally relate to you and being settled in one place while missing another place simultaneously.
    I need to remember those 3 objects the next time that I’m about to go home from a trip ๐Ÿ™‚

  62. Finding stuff in the purse or bag is the worst! I think if you put a sticky cat hair roller (sans the paper covering) in your bag/purse, whenever you need to retrieve something like a plane ticket or piece of gum, just roll the thing around in there and you’re bound to come up with SOMETHING useful, or funny.

  63. Someone else beat me to AMEN but since you caught the stress of being In Between perfectly, and showed us 3 ways of coping, I repeat: A-MEN!

  64. So I’m not the only one with a beat up suitcase that tends to tip to the side and make you drag it with your wrist at weird angles? Excellent! Well, not really, sorry you have to deal with all that awkward crap too, but nice that I am not the only hair-style challenged clumsy person lurching through airports.
    Although you do travel way more than I.

  65. Yes, I find transitions hard also. Not just from one geographic place to another, but also from one phase of life to the next. And clumsiness is an unavoidable by-product of the transition.

  66. It’s late and I was brushing my teeth while I read this post. Instead of reading “As a consequence, I’ve learned to handle layovers really really delicately”, I read “…I’ve learned to handle lawyers really really delicately”. I hit the page down button and it continued “I think of them as a bridge from one state of being to the other”. I could see that it was coming to the end of the post, so I was wondering what I had missed. LAYOVERS, not lawyers!

  67. Dude, I so hear you on the hating transitions thing. (She says, hyperventilating her way through packing up all of her possessions in under a fortnight and with the aid of bad back and sans Valium.)

  68. Seen on a t-shirt in Samoa.
    “Enjoy here while you are here – it’s not here when you get back there.”

  69. And there is nothing better than walking through the front door of your own home and inhaling. It’s the smell of home that you can only recognize when you’ve been away from it. While you live there, you’re completely unaware, but the instant you walk back in after being away, kabam! (YVR is a great bridge for that. If I had to live in an airport, it would be that one)

  70. Oh! My! You perfectly describe me!!! I knew we were kindred spirits in another place and time!! I also would have your choices of “transition materials!”

  71. The Zen of alcohol, computer and knitting. Not sure which order, but all make such total sense. Hope you got home safely:)

  72. Hi Stephanie
    I have knit for close to 40 years but had put it down after my mom died….she was my knitting guru and whenever I had a question I would phone her for help. After about 4 years I finally picked it up again and decided to use the internet as my resource and found your blog. It’s been a joy to read and I have chuckled out loud many times. I recently bought your book, “Knitting Rules” and kind of feel like things are okay in my knitting world again. From on Canadian to another….
    Thank you!
    Audrey

  73. Steph,
    Seems to me you are coping quite well! You know the problem and how to work with it.
    I’ve observed that when you leave stuff behind, it’s a little part of you.
    Hope all those eggs are found! Remember the lost egg in Charlotte’s Web?

  74. Just a note with nothing to do with your lovely blog entry. I was watching the news about the earthquake in Italy. They found a 98 year old lady alive 48 hours after her house crumbled around her. She was stuck in her bed in an air pocket and unhurt. She spent her time knitting while waiting to be recued. I just love her.

  75. I know what you mean: transitions are hell. Isn’t that the hardest stage of giving birth? (I thought it was much harder than pushing, even though I did that for 2 hrs…)
    I experienced something similar a while back; here’s what I wrote about it (item #8): http://mysabbaticaladventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/bits-and-bobs.html
    I kept having the sense, while I was away, that I *really* missed my family, but that I didn’t want to go home. Weird! It made for a strange time after I got back as well; you might want to warn your family (though I guess they might have figured it out by now, since you’ve travelled a LOT in recent years)…
    Good luck,
    Karen

  76. Tears…dropping. I stopped in Olympia for 4 hours trying to work through this part.
    My set up at the Urban Onion looked very similar to yours (until my battery died). Luckily I had the fish tank.

  77. Can’t wait to see photos of the bike trip with Hank! That will be something to look forward to.

  78. Oh honey, you are not at all discombobulated. Think of it as being able to appreciate all the postive things of wherever it is you are, and where you have been. That is not a curse but a gift. Because, really, aside from the really bad hot place that some of us may end up after this life, there is at least one good thing to be said for anywhere. And if you really, really like a good dry heat, I’m sure the bad place isn’t exactly hell.

  79. I’m a big fan of your blog – thanks for making us laugh and sharing our pain with the different issues that come up.
    I have a question for you – you do a lot of knitting, right? (j/k) do you ever experience any pain in your wrists? I love knitting and would do it all the time if I could but I have carpal tunnel syndrome and I don’t think that knitting helps with that. Any suggestions? How have you been able to keep knitting for so long without causing damage?

  80. Is this the closest we’ll get to seeing you in Vancouver? Lots of knitters here. Need to see the Yarn Harlot.

  81. Welcome back — and hopefully you didn’t walk into a house waiting to be cleaned/laundry to be done and an empty refrigerator!

  82. Like you, I find transitions difficult. Saying “goodbye” is always hard even when I know that exciting new beginnings are on their way. Exciting new beginnings, though, have their own set of trepidations. I like the “middles”.

  83. I don’t much like traveling either, for all the reasons you enumerate. But having a legitimate reason, nay, being *required* to sit alone for an hour or more with my knitting, responsible to no one but myself, deciding unilaterally where I will sit and when and what I will eat and drink and what I will do? Priceless.
    I think I just talked myself into running away from home.

  84. I completely agree on your three critical things for bridging… terrific advice. and there are many that have been through this – like me. funny, I think many people in airports (my favorite places, really) are going through EXACTLY the same thing at the same time, but silently…

  85. For a while now I’ve recognized that a 20 minute commute is just about right. It’s enough time to put away work for the day and shift to thinking about home without getting totally fed up with traffic (or vice versa). Or can one just go somewhere similarly neutral like take the dog or music around the block?

  86. Steph, my daughter alerted me to some funny websites debating theology (search for “Flying Spaghetti Monster), and in my search, I stumbled across a deity who likes SOCKS!
    Yes, that’s right, SOCKS!
    Check here: http://www.geocities.com/ipu_temple/ or look for the Invisible Pink Unicorn, who also has laundry rooms as sacred spaces, and loves ham and pineapple pizza!
    Well, I thought, this is obviously an up-and-coming deity to pay attention to!
    Thought you might like to know.

  87. Funny, isn’t it? I look forward to getting away, and dread it. I can’t WAIT to shake the kids off me for TWO SECONDS, then spend the whole time fretting because we’re apart.
    Transitions are always hard, even when they are glad ones. No matter how often they happen, I still go into each one kicking and screaming.

  88. I’m always thinking too far ahead… well actually always thinking/daydreaming… hardly ever think about here and now… hence my clumsiness, forgetfulness.
    It makes people laugh as well as myself. :o)
    I don’t stress out about it… I go with the flow it’s what makes me unique.

  89. Oy. Do I hear you. I too enjoy the alone time, to a point. When I travel for work I am thrilled by the prospect of time to knit and enjoy a cup of coffee and have a lte dinner. And then the time comes for me time and I feel sad, alone and I miss my son and my husband.
    I think it’s the old fashioned mother’s guilt.

  90. Dear Stephanie – I’m a loyal reader of your blog, though I can’t knit eight stitches without assistance (and repair) from my brilliant knitter daughter. She keeps trying to teach me to knit and saying it will help with, well, everything. I believe her, I just can’t slow down long enough to grok it… but I’m young yet, there’s hope. Despite being knit-impaired, I love reading your posts and keeping up with what’s going on in your life, work, and wool.
    Why, after all these months am I compelled to comment today? Because the first sentence of this post is, word by word, the first sentence of the eulogy I wrote/spoke for for my mom two months ago. And while I spend a good bit of time in airports with beer and a laptop, I’ve yet to add the knitting… just one more reason to try dropping the knitshields again. Thanks for regularly validating my reality with such wit and wisdom.

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