The creepiest photo of my dad and sister’s dogs taken back during Christmas.
I had a rough day at work and really just want a cookie or something sweet but of course I don’t have anything of the sort in the apartment right now which is only prolonging my frustration at life. Yes, I need a cookie or a magic pill that will allow me to wake up in a new life tomorrow.
Twice this week, while stationed at an exhibit that would be dull if it weren’t for the beautiful view of the skyline and the fact that on a clear day you can see as far as the spire of Old North Church, l have seen a pair of swans float by in the channel. The first time it was snowing rather steadily and I thought I might be hallucinating, except that there was no reason that I would be seeing imaginary swans swimming in Boston harbor, in January, in a snow shower. (Also, I did point them out to a visitor and he, though astonished to see them, he did in fact see them too.) Then a few days later, at a completely different time of day with slightly milder weather (no snow anyway) the swans appeared again swimming in the opposite direction.
I don’t know if maybe seeing these swans is some sort of omen or sign. I suppose that it is possible. For now I am just going to hold on to the beauty of seeing something that feels rare and mysterious. And to the brief feeling that some of the grace and mystery of swans in January transferred to me just for being there to witness it.
A 10, maybe 11 year old boy in the climbing structure at work.
There are so many crafty projects I am working on or want to be working on right now. I wish I could do more at once. I just finished an afghan I’ve been knitting for a while but I have a bunch other projects cued up. Hopefully some projects will be finished soon that I can actually post photos of.
Yesterday and today I have been given the opportunity to work on a display at the Recycle Shop. It is amazing the change in my attitude when I am able to use my hands and my brain to create something new. I only get an hour or so of my day- I hope one day I get to spend more of my work day doing work that makes me feel that good.
Also, coming soon: Porchin’ for Love, starring The Porch Girls.
How did things get this way? I’ve spent most of my life working hard at my school and college. Everything has been “the right thing to do” or “the right path to take.” There should have been some kind of warning. Someone to take me aside and say, “There is no guarantee that your hard work will pay off. There is no guarantee that you will make it just because you have made it this far.”
I decided that “Win the lottery” is an acceptable career path.
