Yogurt smoothie for breakfast

I woke up today and paced from room to room, as is my custom. Started the coffee, started the day, grabbed my binder, folded towels, started a new load of laundry. As I was doing these activities, I was reminiscing about things and letting my thoughts float. Having these habitual tasks to occupy my conscious mind my unconscious mind has freedom. I reviewed the weekend, It was a great weekend with Bingo and Karaoke and the Wine Taste and a Crochet Guild workshop. My boys are doing so well, the oldest has his first job, and the youngest always has a full weekend planned. Much has changed since last March when I went back to Donahue to say goodbye. I feel at times that something special is about to happen to me. What, I don't know. I have worked hard for change, to arrange my life so that my work is in alignment with my values.

But then the thought occured, What if I don't want things to change? How can I be sure that change will be better. Did I mention that I had NPR on? I notice, as I work on my household tasks and free floating that every time a short story came on about the economy my pace altered and I felt anxious. I needed silence. Current stories brought back too many disquieting thoughts about the time in my life when I set out to create change in our community. I am still working towards this big whatever.

I thought my best course of action for today was breakfast with the boys. Last week the replacement part for our blender needed was offered on free-cycle. Woo Hoo! We have been making smoothies again. So I stopped the pacing and working and got busy. I made one for me

These are pictures of a wrap I made with left-over yarns. The main yarn is this wimpy angora that shed, but I inherited 13 skeins of the stuff. There is also a variegated yarn, that doesn't show well and a grey yarn from the First and Second sweaters that I ever made. So much for the timeless nature of sweater design in the '80's. The pattern is a crochet wave, actually it is block # 40 from a sampler afghan pattern book that I also inherited from a knitter who was streamlining her life. The workshop on Sunday was to learn to make shawls. There are a number of charitable opportunities to make some as gifts.