I've recently started listening to podcasts. Although I've loaded others into my iTunes, This American Life is the only regular series I've listened to so far.Most recently, I listened to No Map: Stories of people who find themselves in situations far from the beaten path, where there are no guidelines and no useful precedents, including the return of Squirrel Cop).
How timely. I definitely feel as though I've been without a map for the past week.
I had also listened to This I Used to Believe: Stories of people forced to let go of their firmly held beliefs. And then today I stumbled upon a blog, Letters to My Agent, in which the writer ponders This I'd like to believe, This I don't believe for one second and This I sincerely do believe in her own permutation of the show.
So here is mine...
This I believe:
That Boy-child will return soon of his own volition.
On a much, much lighter note, I cast on a yellow sock for P (basket weave seemed like an appropriate texture for the color):
And a Clapotis for me (this will only look like a black blob for a while longer, and then will transform into a beautiful wrap):
And I finished Girl-child's green socks (unable to achieve accurate color today):
3 comments:
The knitting is wonderful ... that yellow ... wow ... and the Clapotis has the color of the markers and is once again on needles ... Yippee!
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I once split town when life got to be too much to handle. Was gone a bit less then a month, though I did eventually contact my parents during my absence. Put them through agony. But I was unharmed and safe the whole time.
Wandered by your blog. I love listening to This American Life...thanks for reminding me to get back to their site!
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