posting from two computers at once.
I am loading this photo blind. DH has figured a way to get the laptop to run, but the screen is so dark I can't see the picture. Still, it's a picture loaded! Yayyy!
OK, now on the desktop I can see that it's a picture of the yarn I am spinning. Nice plummy, purplish singles.. Wow, I am so happy to have the laptop sort of up again! The new battery was the culprit. The old battery brings the hard drive back to life, but is too weak to hold a charge for more than an hour or so. And the screen really is bad. I need to use a strong light at just the right angle to see sufficient shadows to navigate. Still, I have a second chance to rescue photos! Thank you, thank you, all the powers that be!
So, with any luck, and a lot of fiddling, I should be able to post a picture of the little jacket I am knitting. Pictures won't let you squeeze it and see how warm and soft and fluffy it is, but at least you can see the sophisticated red and purple colorations. Yes, knitting does go on, amidst all the other stuff.
I had such a lovely experience today. I got done with a testing session and had time to fill before the writers group started, so I settled in one of the quiet lounges with a book. A young man came in, carrying a guitar case, and asked if I minded if he practiced. What the heck, I figured. If he's dreadful, I can always go elsewhere. He was gifted! Classical guitar wrapped me round, filled my head. Each note flew through the air like a scintilating bubble, like a humming bird, like drops from a golden fountain. I got a private concert for one solid hour. I put down my book, folded my hands, closed my eyes, and swam in music. I realized that there were no words in my head. An extremely rare thing for me! And then it was time to go. All I had was five dollars to offer him as token of my appreciation. He smiled charmingly and said, "I should be all modest and turn this down, but I'm broke. Thank you very much!"
It has occurred to me, that it must be as much a pleasure for a musician to make sweet music as it is for me to make a warm hat or a beautiful shawl. To create, from things and heart and skill, is something magic. While he played, I was enchanted. And we are awash in such magic. It's all around us and daily we work it ourselves. Whether it's creating a meal or a sock or glorious vibrating in the air, or a garden or . . . it's magic, magic, magic! Abracadabra and alakazam!