Someone is meant to come over and knit with me today. I put an ad on Craigslist. I have this feeling she won't show up. It would seem that people in Silicon Valley are less than lackluster about the idea of crafts. No time for knitting when you've got hubcaps to shine and programs to program and Mexicans to order around. There, I said it. Gawd it's like somehow Mexican people are considered to be some sort of worker bee breed. Got something cruddy to do? Hire a Mexican. It's creepy and warped. I really don't see that in Canada. A race of people for menial jobs. No one seems to even question it. I don't get it.
Anyway, if she doesn't show up I don't mind. I'm happy to have the snacks I laid out all to myself. I'm starting to get the hang of it here. I know where the mailbox is, I've stopped getting hives everytime I see a pen and paper, I figured out how to sleep better on the big wierd bed we have and I've started looking forward to going to the gym everyday. Yay for me right? Don't picture knives going into my head. Simple things are difficult when I get my hands on them.
1 comment:
ooh, so good, like a poem by a mystic, like the freaky feeling of the dead sea scrolls.
did she come? did you knit?
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