Another sunday and here i am on that westbound train

YARN BOMB!

I have been bombed! Yes, it happened to me. Renegade knitters snuck into my yard (climbing a six foot chain linked fence) and installed a green and a purple heart on my fence. I saw the bomb before I even parked the car, I was overwhelmed with yarn love. So overwhelmed that I stood in the cold for a very long time with my arms full of my daily my burden (purse, knitting bag, and empty lunch sack). The cold drove me in, but only to drop my stuff and grab my camera to snap these shots.

I was excited, but I want to know who would tag me. I have my suspicions, but no confirmations. I will get to the bottom of this even if it includes going through the stashes of all my friends. Of course I love my yarn bomb, but enquiring minds still want to know.

For those who don't know exactly what a yarn bomb is, it is a knitted item installed in a public place for the enjoyment or confusion of all. Lately with all the drama in my life I have noticed these little bombs popping up all over the place. I have seen them on Grand, at the local yarn shop, and outside some of my friends homes. Every time I see these little missives of yarn love; I smile. The sighting lifts my spirits and remind me that in this sad place I find myself in right now I am not alone. My hearts are much appreciated and warm my soul, thank you mad yarn bomber, I love you, too.

Julie & Julia

Last night I watched the movie Julie and Julia. I loved it. The story touched my heart, made me hungry, and amazed me that Meryl Streep can even act to project tallness. The connection between Julia Child's struggle to publish a French cookbook and Julie's own personal turmoil at not being a writer connected to me. I understood the want to be published and the want to be read. The want to connect with someone else. My pet theory is that we are all trying in our way to connect to a world that has increasingly become more distant to us. I know that is why I blog, I am trying to connect with people I do not get to see as regularly as I would like.






Julie's story was exceptionally moving for me. Her friends have prestigious jobs with assistants while she menially answers the phone for a post 9/11 municipal office. She dreams of writing, but can't get published. Her salvation is her thoughtful partner and cooking her way through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. She finds passion and purpose through this daily task. Granted I am not really in love with French cooking, but I did love the idea of finding ones passion. One day I will find that passion that fulfills me and then I too will be able to act taller.

Sunday morning waiting for train sounds like i am in a country song.

News

I have spent a great deal of time talking about my dad and his battle with cancer. On December first my dad went to the doctor and they found his cancer which was in his pancreas has actually moved to his liver. In a short period of time the cancer has taken over about 30% of his liver. The doctor has not given us much hope, but did put my dad back on chemo to slow the progress of the cancer.

As you can guess I am not feeling very upbeat. I am trying to focus on how at this time last year we thought we would not even have my dad with us now. But for my family this news has been devastating. I am trying to move forward, but I don't have to tell you it is hard.