Bethany called and left me a message yesterday while I was sleeping. It said, “I wish you were awake, because I’m on the ferry back from Bainbridge Island and I just went to Churchmouse Yarns and Tea.”
Ooooh, the little….
She was with her friend Kevin, who is absolutely crazy. Besides being crazy, his best party trick, he’s also the worst knitter I’ve ever met. He once went from twenty stitches to fifty-five stitches in one row. And on the next row he was back down to about seven. It’s like he he holds the yarn and two needles and then waves his arms in the air really really fast. What happens, happens.
Oh, hey, the marathon site’s back up. Heartfelt thanks also go to these shin supporters:
(Have I missed anyone? Have I missed a link? Please let me know if I have…. )
I continue to be blessed and amazed. I work in job in which I see the worst of people. I drive on freeways where people will flip you off as soon as look at you. But I’m surrounded by The Amazing, all the time. Like you all.
And I saw it happen again today. I need a little cushion of money in my bank account in order to shop for a condo, just to sit there and make it LOOK like I’ve got money just resting there. Yeah. Right. Let’s just say this: The only cushion I’ve got is what I’m sittin’ on at this moment. I’d been debating asking one of my best friends if she’d loan me a little for the next six months. It took me a long, long time to get the gumption and the nerve to ask her, and when I did today, she said “Of course. Do you need more?” No, I didn’t, but it was so nice to be asked. She’s getting a sweater, I can tell you that.
And Daisy-Winifred sent me the nicest email.
And my coworker Gina bought me Atomic Fireballs, one of those weird cravings that I’ve had for the last week.
And one of our volunteers brought dispatch a box of Krispy Kremes, still warm.
It’s a good life. Food helps. So do friends. Love someone up this weekend, okay? It sounds cheesy, and like I’m tossing that phrase off lightly, but I’m not. Love on someone. Enjoy what’s right in front of you. Oh, and go see Cari, because her photo-blog ROCKS.