Another Found Poem

Love my bad poetry. :-) All I can say is this is in my handwriting.

Can you put it together
Can you make it like new
I've got these broken pieces
And I don't know what to do.
You put them together
Use your special glue
The weak spots may remain
But the friendship will too.

Found While Cleaning

A Prayer for Transition
(inspired by many search committees)

Ever-present God,
You call us on a journey to a place we do not know.
We are not where we started.
We have not reached our destination.
We are not sure where we are or who we are.
This is not a comfortable place.
Be among us, we pray.
Calm our fears, save us from discouragement,
And help us to stay on course.
Open our hearts to your guidance so that our journey to this
Unknown place continues as a journey of trust.
Amen

~The Reverend Canon Kristi Philip

Bookshelves

Today is a snowday. Lazy dazy. Curled up on the couch poking around online in-between naps. In the midst of that poking around, I came across a series of paintings by Victoria Reichelt.


She's painting people's bookshelves.

I love reading people's bookshelves. Especially since moving to middle of nowhere. If I visit your house I'm liable to borrow a book. See? Half of these books belong to people who aren't even in the country anymore.

I was inspired to run around the house photographing my own shelves. I've bought fair number of books too. Most of these were last year's.


Whereas these were bought last month.


I've read one of the piles. Waiting on the other pile.


Of course, life here wouldn't be complete without lesson planning materials.


Which have slowly migrated from school to my living room.

I tried to be honest and not straighten my shelves. It's clear, when I move next year, I need more shelf space. The alternative, getting rid of books, doesn't make sense to me. Though I guess most of the math books won't be coming with me.

How to turn off the edu part of my brain

Drive for 4 hours. (More if I navigate without looking at the map and go the long way I know rather than a shorter way I don't.)

Stop for bagels. Mmmm bagels.

Ski for four hours. (Downhill. Sorry cross country fans.)

Dinner at real restaurant. Bring leftovers home.

Drive 4 hours back.

How to meet people

"Knitters are a personable lot, meeting and making new friends. As long as our knitting is in hand, we're good to go." ~Vicki Square

I like knitting in public. You all know this already. You've seen it time and again. Whether in class. Hanging out in my room or anywhere else. (One friend here will always remind me of, " that time when we were at the bar and wanted someone to dance on the table and suggested you. But then you held up your hands and said, "I can't. I'm knitting.")

So I'm knitting in the library while reading magazines. A girl, late elementary school, comes over. "Are you knitting?" She didn't know how, so I showed her the basic stitch, even had her try it out a few times. Super impressive because I'm working on socks. Skinny yarn. Tiny needles. Poking out everywhere. Her mom came over to tell her she needed to go. I bragged to mom about her knitting skills.

A few minutes later she was back upstairs. "You're still here? But you're not knitting."

I assured her I was writing about knitting. Let her read the beginnings of this post. She showed me the books she's checking out. I suggested an author for her and pulled out a scrap of paper to write the name for her. On an impulse, I gave her my contact information as well.

Networking with kids. That's why I knit.

Feel like a sell-out, but excited at the same time

I'm glad I bought Uggs yesterday. Before I needed them to take a shower across the street.