Does anyone remember Linda Ellerbee? While other kids at the age of 10 were reading books more suited for their age, I started reading essays and memoirs. The one I remember most vividly was Linda Ellerbee’s, “And So It Goes.” There was something remarkable about a catchphrase as simple as that. Life has ups, life has downs….and so it goes. It’s a promise, of some sort, that life is cyclical, unexpected, and without guarantee. Almost as if to say that life is a series of anecdotes, little bits of moments that are recounted with no vigor. Life moves that way.
A week of ups…and week of downs. I’d like to begin with the ups. I got this marvelous package from Lionbrand Yarn. Hearing of my story, they donated enough Fisherman’s Wool for me to make about 60 bears. Can you imagine how much of a burden that is lifted off my shoulders???? It was generous, it was kind, it was so unexpected. I’ve taken a photo of it, but it’s a rainy today and the lighting in here is atrocious. Rest assured, the photo doesn’t do the stash justice. A HUGE box of skein after skein ready to be whipped up into dreams. Lionbrand furthermore, said they were going to do a blog about my teddy bears and me slated for 1 November. I can’t tell you how hopeful I am that the exposure brings something permanent for me.
On sunny Saturday, I spotted a peacock in the backyard. I snapped a photo of Mario peering out the window with this, “LET’S EAT IT!” look in her eye. And then another great shot of the peacock behind the bougainvillea. How incredibly random is that???? A PEACOCK???? REALLY??? IN THE BACKYARD???? Why, yes….yes, there is.
Been working up all the bears from the bear-a-thon quickly, and on separate occasions, working up messenger bags for customers and a blanket for myself. I don’t have a big thick blanket for winter yet, and I really don’t have a lot of money to go out and buy something, so whenever someone buys a custom bear and requests either a washable wool, or an acrylic, I use the left over bits and pieces to do make a stripe or two (in crochet) in a blanket that will hopefully be done by winter’s coming. Its garrish and tacky, the colors really don’t match, but its a blanket out of necessity, a story behind each crocheted row.
….Then, as the cycle moves from the colorful edge of the spectrum, back to the darker end where there is no light, my roommate announced that she was giving me 30 days (until 1 Decemeber) to find a new place. I was stunned, heartbroken, and floored. I never in a million years expected her to say that. I mean, I’ve been under the impression for the last 2 months that all was well, that I had found something permanent. I guess no. Her reasoning, she says, is that she feels we have two different lifestyles. I’m up at 5:30am, she goes to bed at 5:30am. She’s a vegetarian. In moments of poverty and homelessness I learned to eat whatever was offered you. She likes to head downtown. I prefer to stay home, knit and watch The Vicar of Dibley. It is what it is. Nothing I can do about it, except remind myself that the hardest part about this is the lack of permanence I’ve had in the last year….and sometimes at someone else’s choosing. So, its back to finding somewhere else for Mario and I to live again. Again.
A week of ups….a week of downs.
And so it goes….