JITTERS? AT MY AGE?
The first day of my new pottery class is tomorrow. My Monday schedule is turning upside down -class starts at 12:30 and runs to 3:30 instead of 9 to 12. I have to keep reminding myself of the time change. This semester it’s Introduction to Throwing and Independent Study. I’m very excited but why do I feel like is the first day in junior high? For the last two semesters, my classmates and I have been a group of five, comfortable and acquainted now, asking about kids, colleges and vacations. We have a history. Who will I talk to? Who will I sit with? Nice to know that some things never change. I guess.
ON THE NEEDLES
As for the continuing saga of the Blue Day Socks, I’m happy I frogged them and restarted with a different yarn. It’s going much more smoothly and I’m so much happier with the result. See?
A week from tomorrow, our babiest of grandbabies, the Sprout, will turn one. She’s number three in the line up and Mr. Iknead and I should probably be getting a handle on this grandparent thing, but you know what? It never gets old, never gets routine and her firsts are exactly that for us, firsts. She made her debut in this post. Time doesn’t fly anymore – it’s jet propelled, rocket boosted and don’t blink, you’ll miss it. She’s very enthusiastic and I can’t wait to see her with a cake ALL her own!
You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; in just the same way, you learn to love by loving. Anatole France