My garden is peaceful; each day, we’re a little less heart-sad, the girls are a little less confused, and the new routine becomes more comfortable. I was prepared for this parting and I am able to rejoice, both for the fourteen years we had together, and that I was sitting with Daisy, stroking her ear, as she was released from her frail, failing body. The hardest part was seeing Sam, halfway between man and child, sobbing as he dug the hole and laid her down to rest with a little bundle of rosemary for remembrance.
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Evidence of Spring is popping up around here; our tree is beginning to bud (having only dropped its last leaves a couple weeks ago), bulbs are blooming in the backyard, and Sam is in the midst of tennis tryouts. We don’t see a lot of him these days; he’s at practice until 5:30 or 6:00 every evening, comes flying in long enough to swap gear and grab a sandwich before heading to karate or church (not only is he teaching twice a week at his dojo, he has been running the sound board for youth services for a few months now), then home around 9:00 to do homework before collapsing facedown on his bed. The final roster is to be posted soon and he’s fairly confident he’ll make the team, but I still remember the shock and sting of being cut in favor of coach’s paying students last year; even though there is a new coach (thank goodness- I don’t think I could have been polite) and Sam is one of only 2 seniors trying out, I had to remind him not to take anything as given until the list is up and fees paid.
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Work is still taking up too much of my time and energy, but I will be escaping for a few days- the annual Stitches West convention kicks off on Thursday evening and I’m heading over for two days of fiber fun. Friday, I’m taking an all-day technique class, Fair Isle Tams, which I’m very excited about, staying over at the hotel with my friend Felted Hare to knit and nosh, and then meeting up with our knitting group Saturday for Market shopping. Now that our LYS has officially closed, this will be an opportunity to stock up on quality yarn and scope out new ideas in one place. It is hard to convey the size of the Marketplace; there are literally hundreds of vendors from all over the country, filling their booths with a dizzying assortment of yarn, roving, tools, patterns, gadgets- a knitters’ Nirvana- too bad the State of California has not seen fit to release my income tax return yet (oh-oh, don’t get me started!)
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