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Friday, October 15, 2004  

Today I get another shot at ThePerfectHaircut. Wish me well. I need something, because, although I am well enough to go back to work, and actually feel okay, if a little slow moving, I definitely look like I’ve been sick - hag faced and pale. Alas. At 20 that look can be interesting, in a turn-of-the-last-century way. At the mid-century mark it is decidedly unflattering.

I’m glad to be going back on a Friday. It is a gentle way to slide back into the work routine. We don’t open to the public till 1, so I have several hours to clean up the desk, return phone calls, become reacquainted with what it is I do for a living. And then it’s the weekend again with rest and knitting and naps. Ha! I talk a lot about naps, but I rarely take them, even when I can. But in my perfect world we would all follow the Mediterranean siesta lifestyle. I am definitely a morning person, but with a nap I can at least participate in evening activities.

A good knitting buddy is also a volunteer at the library. She comes on Friday mornings and does behind the scenes chores. (she’s a Virgo, of course) I’ll take all my projects in to show her today, since she didn’t get to see them last Tuesday. I’m rather proud of the past few week's productivity. I have the Anny Blatt sweater, finished, but for the re-done shoulders & neckband. Then there’s most of the Christmas sock. I’m into pattern round 2 of BriccaTheAran. But what she’s going to be most impressed with are the zipper swatches. I’m making several, so folk at the KRRetreat can see how a zipper can be put into any edge of a piece of knitting. I’m also thinking of the class I will suggest to Clara for next year. Oooo a cool one.

That happy event is sliding ever closer. This year I’m looking forward to it more than ever before. For some reason I feel a sublime relaxed anticipation, unlike the previous 2 years. The first year was all “getting to know you” nervousness. Everyone felt that. The second year was clouded with worry about my parents. This year I don’t see any... ahh. well. Best not jinx things. Suffice it to say that I’m looking forward to the retreat this year.

But I see the clock ticking and Brenda the scissors lady goes at my hair at 8 o’clock. Time to get going. Ta.

posted by Bess | 6:29 AM