Green Toad Book Store The Green Toad is my local bookshop, which is the best place to go if you'd like a signed copy of Sweater Quest. I can drop down to the store and personalize a copy for you, too. Just drop Michele an email and she'll set you up.
I don't talk much about my bouts with depression and my continuous struggle with keeping my keel as even as possible because a) I'm in a pretty stable* state right now and b) I already wrote a book about it and don't know that I have much new to add. **
But I know that my own mental health is not a thing I should ever, ever take for granted. I know that depression is a liar and a thief who shows up unannounced, especially when you look away for just a minute or two.
But I also know that it's not the end, if you can just find a way to hold on long enough. Which is hard, granted.
If nothing else, the Semicolon Project demonstrates just how many fellow travelers are out there - as well as a great reminder that falling into the depths is a pause, rather than a period.
(Here is where I would insert a picture of a semicolon drawn on my own wrist with a marker of some sort. Because I have children who routinely remove things from my desk without asking about or returning said items, like Sharpies, I can't draw on myself with anything more potent than a pencil. Which doesn't show up all that well on skin. So let's just assume that that picture is right here and move on with our lives. Sorry for the disappointment.)
"Someone's gotta be last. [Being last] doesn't bother me a bit. Eventually, everyone slows down. I think those guys who quit instead of dealing with getting slower are weenies. That's what I call them. I'll sacrifice my race if I see someone struggling. I'll slow down and we'll run together. Not so much with me -- they're macho and don't appreciate it -- but I'll slow down and help women if I see them struggling. Everybody needs help sometimes to get through it, and I don't look down on anyone who shows up for a race. I'll be 83 in August. I'm vertical, I'm ambulatory, my peepers are open, so I'd say I'm on top of the pile. If I have to stop running, I'll do what I hate doing: walk. But I won't quit."
-- Harrison Hensley from the July 2015 Runner's World.
Because I'd finally had enough of our old couch, which no longer functioned as a couch and had become a torture device that lived in our TV room, I squirreled away my pennies and committed to a new one. And, while I was there, a new chair. Which then lead me down that slippery slope that ends with taking a room apart so that it can be re-painted and re-carpeted.
The new chair is in the foreground. I loves it.
The kids have found the whole process unsettling. As have I, frankly. I'm like a cat when it comes to my house. Change is bad.
Unless you are our cat McGregor, who loves this sort of chaos because it brings all new ways to be underfoot.
“It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said 'do the best you can with these, they will have to do'. And mostly, against all odds, they do.”
-- Anne Lamott. This feels particularly apt today.
Just in time for the summer swelter, I finished my Fiddlehead Mittens. They were great fun to knit and I'll likely whip up another pair some day.
(Actually, I finished them about a month ago. I just got around to taking a picture and putting them in the winter gear storage box.)
The yarn is from Foxfire Fiber and I picked it up in January in Pawtucket, Rhode Island. As one does.
The lining is a peachy pink color that refuses to photograph well.
As for what's on the needles now -- I just finished a scarf, whose picture I'll take sooner rather than later. I also have two socks-in-progress but I don't really like either of them and am finishing out of a sense of duty. There are a couple of projects currently on the time-out shelf that may be due for a re-visit. Other than that, though, I've got nothing. What should I knit next?
In other news, HRH Lucy would like to say "Hello."
On Sunday, after nearly 48 hours on my feet, talking to alumni, and/or sleeping, I had some downtime to catch up on fun stuff like laundry. And, most importantly, to watch the Tween complete the COAST program at our UU church.
I can only begin to tell you how proud I am of this kid. Even though she let me know she was incredibly nervous, she delivered her faith statement, which was beautifully written, like a champ. That kid. Such love for her -- an her whole co-hort who all did wonderful jobs.
You know how you have those parenting moments where you're shocked at how smart and mature and grown-up your kids suddenly are? Yeah. It was one of those.