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April 2007
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a little trip?

http://www.goreplace.org/sheepshearing.htm

I live not too far from here, and I was driving by (admittedly it was a random trip and I don’t head in this direction very often) and I saw a sign that said sheep shearing. I came home and found out about this. A sheep shearing festival in Waltham. I have no idea if it’ll be like any of the sheep and wool festivals in NH, MA, NY, MD, etc, but I’m thinking it’ll be worth at least a visit.

What’s the glue?

more non-fiber stuff. another question.

I realized that two of my most stable relationships in my life, that work and continue despite just about everything, are with people that are so very very different from me. In familial backgrounds, religious practices and background,  in looks, social interactions, careers, and hobbies and we even differ slightly in our moral beliefs/consciences. And I’ve had friends that were similar to me in many, many more of the categories above than the three closest relationships I maintain, and yet those friendships fall apart.

Is it something in me that looks for people that are very different from me? Is it something in everyone? Do other people crave familiar ground instead? How do we keep and maintain friendships when there isn’t some solid commonality? What makes a relationship stick and stick hard?

anti-social

So, I have no pictures. I have no little stories. I’ve been feeling the urge to nest and hide away, and so I have. Sometimes this just happens. It passes soon enough though. I’ve learned not to push it, otherwise I start to drive myself a little crazy.

I also haven’t really made any progress on anything worth showing. I’m still spinning the red superwash. I have about 106 grams (3.7 oz) on the one bobbin when I realized I really needed to stop, so I measured out to more balls of top that are both close to 106 grams (within a gram) and I’m now halfway through the second bobbin. I’m still managing to stay with a consistent thickness that I think will result in a sock weight 3-ply when I’m done. I’m also still working on the pink diamonds shawl. This too looks like nothing new. I’m a little worried about how enormous this is going to be though. I’m thinking I might need to do a sample pin out and measure of what exists right now. Oh. I completely forgot. I started that Orenburg-style scarf in my handspun. That does progress and I really should take pics of it. :-) Soon. Right now the idea of taking pictures of anything is giving me shivers.

But today I didn’t do much by way of fiber stuff. I baked. Banana Bread with walnuts and cornbread to go with the chicken Bear made. I didn’t like the sweetish cornbread with the spicy chicken, but Bear loved it, so I’m happy. I ended up making pasta with pesto and tomato sauce and a bunch of sliced black olives and some grated parmesan. Normally, I’m not a food person, but I’ve been having a hankering for Banana Bread and once I got started it just felt good.

Maybe it’s the weather. We had this nor’easter blow through and everyone seems to know that the Northeast has been having crappy April weather. I think I somehow slipped into some kind of hibernation with all this cold when I should be looking at spring flowers.

be in the moment

I’m a research grad student, so I have very flexible hours (except when I’m in class) and I’m rather poor considering what I could be making if I were working in the industry.

But there are benefits to being a grad student. I get to work on stuff that I take from an idea and turn into a thing that exists and works. Hopefully it works like the idea, sometimes there’s deviation, and sometimes it does something completely different from the idea. In the last case we hope it’s useful in other ways. But similarly to a job in the industry, I get paid to do my work and I have a work area and work computer. And similarly to a job in industry, sometimes while I’m sitting in my work area at my work computer, I …procastinate. I visit knitting blogs and other websites, or talk to other people around me, or just completely zone out.

But last night and again today, something interesting has been happening to me. Last night and again today I found myself completely and uttery content with what I was doing and my only desire was to be able to continue. Last night I pulled out another ball of the handspun that I used to make the branching out scarf. I’m going to make this Orenburg Scarf with it. (That link is to a pdf download. The scarf is the last pattern in the pdf.)  I was sitting on the bed next to Bear and he was reading and I was knitting and for some reason teh moment seemed perfect. It would have been perfect if it wasn’t already 1am or if it wasn’t a Thursday night. Then today, another perfect moment. The lab where I work is empty save for a few of the other students in my group and my little alcove that I usually share with 3-5 other students is completely empty. I have my tea and my email open and I’m working on my research. My only desire is for my phone not to ring and for no new emails to come in (except maybe Lin, but she’s always been special). I was enjoying my work and the sun and I just wanted to keep on enjoying it.

Sadly, in both cases, life moves on. Last night, 1:30 rolled around and I had to go take a shower and go to bed. Today, the phone rang twice, one with my dad and again with my brother and soon it will be time to pick up Bear and go home. And even if none of that happened, eventually my tea would get cold or I’d drink it all and the sun would eventually go down or the other students would come back. But still, those moments were perfect because while I was in them, I was content.