Last night, I went out to dinner with my husband and my parents. When we got there, I went to the ladies room. As both stalls were occupied, I waited patiently on my crutches over by the paper towel dispenser. After just a few moments, a 60ish lady came out of the handicapped stall. She smiled at me standing there and then in the sweetest voice said, “Ahhh. I always feel so guilty when I use the big stall and then come out to find a crippled person waiting.”
I don’t have much knitting to talk about. I have been working on the Kool-Aid dyed sock but my progress has been slow, owing to the fact that I am still buried at work and to the fact that, inexplicably, I got distracted by some beads again. Yes, I said beads. I’ve heard it said that the devil is in the details but I am more and more convinced that the devil is in the bead store.
It is raining here. At long last. It is a beautiful hard, soaking rain. The kind where the sky got dark and heavy looking before it started raining. One of the things I miss the most about the South – or even the Midwest, for that matter – is the thunderstorms. Today there is no thunder and lightening but at least we have wonderful, blessed rain.
"I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes." - Edna St. Vincent Millay