What an interesting process we have been going through. And to be honest, it will continue for many more days. Changing your email address is no small matter. I have been changing it in all kinds of places in order to do the things I do. Passwords had to be left here and there, new configurations of email programs taken care of, and I'm working my way through a list of people to notify and web sites that I get mailings from that need to be updated. It's astonishing.
Add to this the fact that all my familiar channels on the TV have now changed numbers. And the technician accidentally gave us the super supreme service instead of the pedestrian regular service, so last night I browsed through channels that numbered in the hundreds. No one has enough time to watch that much TV!
[Yes, I did call the cable company and told them about the mistake... you silly!]
I was a bit agitated yesterday to say the least. I had wild thoughts of unplugging the whole mess and finding a little house in the woods like Thoreau, and start chopping wood to keep warm.
But I stepped back from the brink of Ludditetown and realized that the ONE thing I care about in this ridiculously complicated computer and digitized realm, is the group of people that I visit with every day using this humming box. Even though it costs too much, and is sometimes so annoying to keep running smoothly and plugged into the network. So I leapt into the breech once more and made the transition. But I tell you, I stared Unpluggedville square in the eye, and I know that he KNOWS my number. One day the leap will be too great and I will thumb my nose at it and toddle off to the little desk in the cupboard with my paper and ink to finish my tales in obscurity.
I just wonder what Thoreau would have thought of THIS situation, if he felt HIS world was moving too fast. Good God, the poor man would have run screaming into the woods and never come out.
But enough of my whining. On to the business at hand. Here we have the newly finished bag. Please imagine the colors more watermelon and lime as they didn't quite come out true in this photo. I just love the little thing. . . . now. There is a moment with every one of these bags while you are felting them and blocking them and finishing them off, when you think..... oh crap, this one is a mess. I'll never get it right, it's too small, big, tall, narrow, warped, fuzzy... etc. etc. But then miraculously when all the work is finished they suddenly become adorable. (At least to me.)
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And now from Rabbi Nachman of Breslov:
"Become the kind of person who makes fulfilling physical needs a spiritual experience.
Some people eat to have the strength to study the Word of God.
Others, more spiritually aware, study the Word of God in order to know how to eat."
Some people eat to have the strength to study the Word of God.
Others, more spiritually aware, study the Word of God in order to know how to eat."