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14 September 2010

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katherine

Hey, maybe you should get our Vera to teach you to knit in time for your next Charlottesville stint. It really helps with the stir-crazies.

Virginia Woolf, via Fronia E. Wissman, on knitting:
"Early in 1912 she reported to Leonard Woolf, before they were married and shortly after she had been in a rest home, that 'Knitting is the saving of life.' That salvation worked until 1941, when Virginia took her life."

(Um, take her first cue, not her second...!!)

Cindi

That was hysterical. Who knew that knitting had such a downside.

I'm sticking with crocheting.

Pam

Katherine, it's not a sitting down kinda stir-crazys. If anything, it's an overwhelming kinda stir crazy, plus I can't risk the second option!

Cindi, remember that afghan I made sophomore year? I picked out the ugliest yard I could find - it's black, white, purple, and a royal blue. I still have it (but then, I have a Mr Fooz sub shop coupon, so it won't be a surprise).

Annie in Austin

I've tried to knit but having my hands 'tied' causes claustrophobia. Does that happen to you, too? For me banging on the piano or heading outside with the pole pruner sometimes helps.

The cake from your mom's recipe looks wonderful, Pam-no wonder your dad enjoyed it. And how cool to have homegrown tomatillos for his birthday! They're supposed to be easy but two years in a row our plants grew to enormous size with not a single fruit.

Annie at the Transplantable Rose

Layanee

Understandably stir crazy I would say. I want cake! Today is my daughter's birthday. She is my gift.

Benjamin

Why don't you mail me some of your stir crazy (cake). You sound so much like me / my family right now. It's almost painful (in a good way) to come visit you! Cake helps. :)

Susan Tomlinson

I have nothing to say, and yet I want to say so much. I guess I can say this: Being frustrated doesn't mean you don't love him. So don't feel guilty about it.

Nancy Nunnally

Pam, I have a poem for you.
"The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's
lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the
great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world,
and am free.

compostinmyshoe

The scenery certainly was beautiful on your trip. Thanks for sharing the sites.

Sheran

Pam, I am thinking about you and hope that you are all right.

Nancy, thanks for sharing the peaceful poem.

Pam

Nancy, that poem is wonderful - I remember reading in a few years ago (I think), and liking it then - thanks for the timely reminder of this piece! Things have quieted down, and it helps to be back in Charleston. Thanks to all - and yes Benjamin, cake does indeed help! One of my graduate students left the lab with this quote at the end of his doctoral program: "There should always be cake in the refrigerator."

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