Almost Yom Kippur...
And everyone's gone all quiet and reflective.Being Pagan could make me Jewish in that sort of 'Well, Christians think we're evil and going to hell' sort of way. But then, do that and I could be Catholic again.
So, here is my reflective moment for the day.
Today, I left the audio book and the mountains of unpacking and the estate sales, and snuck into a matinee of Casa de los Babys. I had spent my life savings at the concessions stand, so I sat down with my milk duds, my diet coke, turned the cell off and pulled out my knitting, completely content.
Partly it was because I wasn't with people and worried about what they would think, partly because it was almost a completely empty theater, but I sat and knit my mom's bright pink forsythia shirt for the hour and forty minutes of the film. Stopping occasionally to pop a milk dud in my mouth or suck down some caffeine and nutrasweet masquerading as liquid, I lost myself in looping yarn and watching both truly splendid acting and excellent direction.
Basically, I got to knit and watch a movie. That's something I haven't done in a long time.
No braiding my hair and constantly shifting. No drone of the aunt playing jewelbox or discussing the plot or our plans for tomorrow. I could completely let go and watch the movie.
Just like later tonight I watched Lyon's Den, then Law & Order with a similar result. I got to knit and relax. Something I haven't done in a week, maybe. Maybe longer.
So, my reflection for you blog readers is this:
No matter how much you love Rob Lowe, Lyon's Den is some truly bad television.
Edit: Yes, I know that reflection is stupid and out of nowhere. So? It's funny! At least, I thought so.
Also, the aunt has some BEAUTIFUL cranberry colored wool from Turkey that I really want to swap with my wheel of heather red she already gave me. It'd be perfect for the flamin' rosedale.
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