New Project

Apparently I haven't done enough crocheting these last few months.  I've had it in my head that I wanted to make a tablecloth, kind of an open work design, almost lacy.  I searched and searched and finally found a pattern I thought might translate well from yarn (for a blanket) to crochet thread (much much lighter, tablecloth weight). Wasn't sure about it, so I emailed the designer and asked her about it and received only encouragement.  And a nearly instantaneous reply - which is always always impressive.

It's going to be pretty, I think.
Acquired the proper crochet hook, already had a bit of crochet thread and got to work.  It's engrossing and challenging and somewhat fulfilling.  There's an important sense of accomplishment when I can conquer my fears and manage to understand and follow a pattern.

It's very much a long-term project, it's going to take me forever and a day.  But, so far so good.  😊

So there's an old guy at yoga who has been inviting me for coffee after class. Not just me, he's quite social and likes to chat (though with him, it can be interesting, he has strong opinions and voices them somewhat imperiously) and invites several class members for coffee.  Finally, after multiple times fending off his invitations as tactfully as I could, I admitted I don't drink coffee.  "Personal choice or religious reasons?" he asked.  Yes. And Yes.   It was like a switch flipped in him.  He withdrew and stopped talking to me.  And since then has virtually ignored me. Clearly I've fallen off-the-charts for him, he's lost all regard for me. 😒  I don't treat him ill because he's bossy.  Or drinks coffee.  It's a personal choice, religious (which I definitely choose) or not.  Like all personal choices - to drive or not, to gamble or not, to avoid sugar or not, whatever.  I choose to think that his ignoring me is the kindest he can be, it's actually preferable to being chastised.  It still makes me sad.

It's been a decent week.  Christmas feels like it was a month ago rather than a week.  It feels good that all the fuss and commotion has settled down.  Now I'll figure out what normal is...maybe.

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