The weather continues confusing. As a matter of strong principle, I steadfastly refuse to turn on the air conditioning less than a week since I was running the heat - and two days before I will likely be running the heat again. Which means for the last two days it's been 78 degrees in the house, low 80s outside (not record breaking, but record matching). By Tuesday we'll be down in the 30s again, highs in the 40s. Insane.
I went to a card weaving workshop today - yes, meeting with the Weaver's Guild twice in one month! But it's something different. Card weaving is something that I try every decade or so. The technique is interesting and dates far back in history. But it's also fussy and fiddly and then I realized why I let years in between go by.
I had to figure out what was bothering me as I drove in. It's not a difficult drive; it was held at a branch library, with only two turns from my house (20 miles, but a straight shot). But while I was driving and singing along to rock music, I was also feeling that tightness in my chest, and tears behind my eyes.
It's the date: February 21. In 1972, Bob and I had been dating for a month (he had already declared his intention of marrying me). Things between us were getting . . . interesting (OK - we were horny teenagers). We didn't want our first time to be a fumble in the back seat of the car and then going back to our respective dorms, so we checked into a motel room and spent the night together.
So for the next 46 years, February 21 was celebrated - leering looks, waggling eyebrows, suggestive glances.
The 47th year, February 21, 2020 - he was too sick to even cuddle. We had just received the test results that his transplant had failed.
So yeah - part of me ain't happy.
The workshop went fine - we didn't have an instruction but tried to follow along on a DVD. Some did better than others. I was pretty middling. It's a fussy method of weaving that requires focus, and after 6 years of isolation I find it difficult to tune out the chatter of people around me. I might try finishing at least the first project just to wrap my head around the technique.
The Italian Circus is in town this weekend. I had thought about going to the afternoon show after the workshop - but after 5 hours of being around chattering people I was peopled out and came home.
Good news! Someone has taken up the Silent Book Club and it's back. But . . . it meets tomorrow Friday I drove into town for work and errands. Today it was for the workshop. Monday I have my dental surgery. Tuesday it's back to work. Maybe I want a day where I'm not spending an hour behind the wheel.
But all in all, a good day.
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