claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
as long as i can remember, i have felt like i didn’t have a hobby (many of you know this about me). yes, things i liked to do, things that were fun for me, but not a hobby. on my folks’ last visit i was showing my mom my latest knitting project and her eyes lit up as she said, “oh! you have a hobby!”
our town has very active traintracks right through the middle of it. i used to try to claim this time of waiting, take it as time to listen to npr, make lists, work on lesson plans, wait it out.
and now i hope, hope, hope that there will be a train so that i can knit. especially on the way to work when eliza is the only child in the car,
strapped tucked in her car seat, the morning sun is still rising, my coffee from home is still hot, npr is giving me things to carry for the day…i actually slow down a block ahead of the tracks in case my good fortune of forced waiting will come.
however, i do fear that i will run out of rectangle projects that involve only knitting (not purling)…that’s all i know how to do.