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It amazes me what the simple passage of time brings. Deadlines pass, people grow up, learn more, get healthier or feel poorly, and most of all: people move. Movement is a requirement to life, it seems. Everyone has to breathe.
More than that, people change location. Whether they crawl, walk, run, or fly; people go different places, and affect others because of it. My most recent teacher of crochet and knitting, Kate, just moved away to Ohio. Because of this, I'm helping run a knitting group. I hadn't put it in those terms before, but that's what I'm doing. I'm teaching others how to knit and crochet, sending out e-mails to remind people that we are meeting, even planning how to best entice people to keep going once they've started. When people pass on (in one way or another), their responsibilities fall to others. It makes me wonder who will step in and teach once I'm gone. Maybe I'll get to meet him/her.
I haven't given ya'll news on what I'm knitting recently, have I? Right now (and for the past three weeks) I've been slowly making a cowl out of a lovely coral-colored silk-bamboo yarn (my younger brother keeps calling it a scowl). The pattern is very simple, only two stitches, but seems complicated because of it's arrangement of aforementioned motions. The most unexpected thing about the entire thing is that this pattern is the only one my teacher ever asked for a copy of. The last meeting we have together, and she does that. It was a sweet moment.
I keep coming back to her, so I may as well address this to her. Kate, fare well in Ohio, we all will miss you.
Until next time,
Greeny
More than that, people change location. Whether they crawl, walk, run, or fly; people go different places, and affect others because of it. My most recent teacher of crochet and knitting, Kate, just moved away to Ohio. Because of this, I'm helping run a knitting group. I hadn't put it in those terms before, but that's what I'm doing. I'm teaching others how to knit and crochet, sending out e-mails to remind people that we are meeting, even planning how to best entice people to keep going once they've started. When people pass on (in one way or another), their responsibilities fall to others. It makes me wonder who will step in and teach once I'm gone. Maybe I'll get to meet him/her.
I haven't given ya'll news on what I'm knitting recently, have I? Right now (and for the past three weeks) I've been slowly making a cowl out of a lovely coral-colored silk-bamboo yarn (my younger brother keeps calling it a scowl). The pattern is very simple, only two stitches, but seems complicated because of it's arrangement of aforementioned motions. The most unexpected thing about the entire thing is that this pattern is the only one my teacher ever asked for a copy of. The last meeting we have together, and she does that. It was a sweet moment.
I keep coming back to her, so I may as well address this to her. Kate, fare well in Ohio, we all will miss you.
Until next time,
Greeny
