Well, whatever funk hit me yesterday held off today (or disappeared?). Last evening I went to Purlescence for social knit. About eight women were there. It felt good to knit and listen, interjecting a question or thought occasionally. We talked about knitting, our work, family. Toward the end of the evening I mentioned I had much needed to get out of the house. They inquired as to why, and I shared a bit about my life, receiving comforting words of encouragement on the child issue and a reminder to be kind to myself. <\/p>\n
Today I focused on tasks that I dearly want to cross off my list. I also went for an early morning walk; later I walked to the Mission Library where I met my learner for two hours, and it was a productive session. On the walk home I had an idea for making some ornaments out of leftover polymer clay. I took a half an hour to listen to my hypnosis CD (I now readily relax into it, and it does have a positive effect on my motivation to exercise). I wrapped presents, vacuumed the entire house, and started a tomato sauce with hot Italian turkey sausage. It’s simmering merrily along, filling the house with basil and oregano and garlic perfume.<\/p>\n
In half an hour Husband will be home, and M is coming over for dinner (his wife is still visiting relatives, so he’s “batching it”).<\/p>\n
Maybe I should avoid stores and malls this month. That’s what seemed to trigger melancholy.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow I’m taking a knitting class (yes, another), and then I’ll lead the HOBA Lend a Hand with Snuggles for Animals project. I’ll spend five hours at the yarn store tomorrow. That’s dangerous<\/em> for the wallet!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well, whatever funk hit me yesterday held off today (or disappeared?). Last evening I went to Purlescence for social knit. About eight women were there. It felt good to knit and listen, interjecting a question or thought occasionally. We talked about knitting, our work, family. Toward the end of the evening I mentioned I had […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1750","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-regional"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1750","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1750"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1750\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11481,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1750\/revisions\/11481"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1750"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1750"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1750"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}