So after a good few weeks of no reliable internet, I now have a solid connection and finally have the opportunity to respond (in general) to all the best wishes I received. I did my damndest to respond to all of them, but upon responding to 20, another 20 would pop into my inbox. After nearly 300 comments to moderate, and even more emails in my Etsy account, I decided I simply couldn’t spend the hours responding to everyone, as much as I wanted to. (Now, I know why Oprah never responded to my letter). So, the best that I can do, with this hellishly huge grin, is bow my head and whisper quietly to myself, “There are beautiful people out there….I feel a thousand hugs right now.”
Mario and I are safe until October 1. We may not stay here that long, but we are accommodated until at LEAST that day (Thank you, Katrina).
I am currently looking for long term digs. I have all ideas I’ll find them. I got this little cat I need to think about. Her safety, her welfare.
The worst thing about not having an internet connection has been losing touch with people I’ve grown to love across the planet, people with whom I’ve enjoyed a wonderful correspondence. Deborah, Trasi, Mrs. Hinds, Di, Susan in the U.K (What the hell is going on over there????), Peter in Austria (hope he loves the mouse I sent him), and a slew of others that have kept me fed, loved, and encouraged for the past months.
I’m 7 bears shy of 100. One-freakin-hundred. How amazing is that? At the start of this year, I was scrounging pennies, tossed to the woods, living on hope, prayer. And if those things aren’t powerful enough, then I beg of anyone here to respond with a reason there is no God. The power of hope and prayer got me out of the woods and back into the world, reminded me that I was PART of the world. And here it is, 8 months later, 7 months after opening my shop on Etsy with the last $2 I had to my name and I’m loved. I get to eat. I get to have clean clothes. I get to sleep away from the elements. One hundred bears.
I’m working on the book still. “Will Knit for Food.” The second installment in my “Mad Man Knitting” series. I hope to have it done by October. I’m anxious for anyone and everyone to read how life went sour, and how a teddy bear saved my life.
Its just shy of 6:30 EST. I have a MILLION emails to respond to, then back to knitting up some more bears. Anyone want one?