Last night I finished rolling all the yarn I bought the day before into balls and into a basket I also bought for this purpose. I'm going back to knitting blankets. I practically sprained my right wrist doing this, but my basket filled with colorful balls of yarn makes it all worthwhile. I had to watch one and a half Cary Grant-Joan Bennett comedies to accomplish my goal. Gosh, they are cute together, fast talking and tough and adorable. The first film was "Big Brown Eyes" and the second "Wedding Present". It looks like they had a lot of fun. Now I'm all set for 2013 knitting.
We drove around and looked at the lights last night before my knitting mania, and it was interesting to see all the creativity run amok. And the best are at the biggest houses in the swankiest areas, but modest homes and certain streets where evidently the spirit just hit and hit hard. We fell in the love with the new purple-blue lights, and my husband wants to get some of those next year. We'll see.
Yesterday's dharma talk set me on a good path for the new year. He was talking about loving life, all of it, without discrimination. Taking and embracing this messy, complex, contradictory, exasperating, joyful, tragic life we are given. And after his talk, I thought, wow, I am able to do this a lot of the time now. His training has been that helpful. I felt proud of myself, instead of like I was failing at whatever Buddhist yardstick I had all twisted up in my head. Because I really do feel life is precious, and maybe rolling balls of yarn is the ultimate joyride.
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