I keep having the weirdest sensation here.
I’ll be at my old local Panera’s and I’ll look over at the Petco and think, “I have to pick up some dog treats for Atticus…”
Then I remember. “Oh, yeah, we don’t live here anymore.”
I’m leaving on Monday to fly home – and I want to go because I miss Gerry, the kids and the menagerie like crazy – but I also have this feeling that I’m not GOING home, I AM home.
And I love my new life in St. Paul! I love the calm, kind and generous folks we’ve met, I love our new friends, and I love being able to afford to stay in our house (something that would not have been possible with Gerry’s sickness this past year in NJ)
I know what we’ve done is for the best – I’m at peace with it.
But I think in a deeper way I really, REALLY just want to go back to life the way it was when we lived here. Back before Gerry was sick. Back before we’d have to contemplate what life might be like in a new state, a new city, without G. And it makes me sad and a little heart sore.
I drove up to Mass on Wed after my classes at Knitty City on Tues and gave a lecture to a rousing, rowdy bunch of ladies (Ladies?) from the Nashoba Valley Knitters Guild in Harvard, MA.
They kept up, they did a lot of new stuff, and it was a BIG group. Yay, NVKG! I meant to join while I was there and I forgot – can I still join, Barb?
I stayed with a very kind woman named Jean, and we got home JUST in time to see Project Runway that evening. I wasn’t thrilled with the end (I wanted Gillian to at least come in 2nd) but Christian was SO overwhelmed with his win that he won me over.
PRW were advertising the next round of auditions, and for maybe 10 seconds I considered it, but this is not the year.
I wonder if they take 50 year olds…
I arrived in time to see a friend and then showed up with 30 seconds to spare to teach a class in Finishing at Knit Knack last evening.
A small class, but a lovely class. One of the students wanted to come on Saturday morning when I’m teaching Combo Knitting, so we let her be #10 in the class. I’m really looking forward to that tomorrow!
It’s part of the whole heart sore thing, but I feel a bit of a failure when I’m not able to allow someone in a class to see how much knowledge they already posses about knitting. Sometimes I tell folks that I’m not teaching them anything that they don’t already know deep down – I’m just finding a way for them to make the connection between what they know, and what their intuition will tell them.
But sometimes I’m not able to make that connection. As a teacher, this is the main thing I need to work on.
Eating With Friends!
Today I had the day off and have been eating with friends. I had breakfast with a dear friend, Audrey, and we hardly recognized each other. She was one of the last folks I saw before we left town last Valentine’s Day, so you’d think we’d be able to spot each other!
She walked past me, staring. I stared back at her wondering, “Why is this woman staring at me..?”
And then it dawned on both of us at the same time that WE KNEW EACH OTHER! She looks younger – her hair looks different. She said I looked glamorous. Evidently she doesn’t get out much…
We had a wonderful meal – talked about everything and solved all the problems of South Orange – then I ran off to Panera’s to check email. Thank heaven for Panera’s.
And we had a lovely visit (once I got past the 911 security) You have to go through several checkpoints to get to her compound – (she’s quite well known, you know…)
Chinese food and laughing so hard we both almost choked – what is better than that?
And then home – er – back to NJ. And I’m back at Panera’s, listening to my favorite radio show on the computer and checking email, blogging, holding back heavy sighs. I need to buy stock in Panera’s.
Tonight I get to spend time with the most wonderful kid in the world; Jaiden. Hannah’s friend is a magnificent girl; kind, funny, supportive, talented, poised, and above all a true friend. She gets it all from her mom.
So I’ll run over to their house after dinner to have dessert with them, and have a chance to just relax with two of the nicest women in New Jersey.
Being here is bittersweet.
Leaving New Jersey again will be more so.