My spinning wheel is taunting me. It is staring from the corner, looking all lonely. I have nothing to do right now. I am getting ready to turn on the Shore. But, other than that, nothing. I could very easily be spinning. So, why haven't I jumped on the ol' hobby horse? I guess I am a little nervous that it is going to hurt. My wrist looks kind of gross where my surgery was and I am afraid that once I start to spin, it is going to be too painful. It is totally unbiased fear, for I am typing this blog entry as we speak and my wrist seems to be working just fine.
My life is a graveyard of under-developed hobbies. I am one of those people who gives up at the first sign of failure. I think I went rollerblading once. The first time I fell was the last time I dared to don the blades. I quit doing ceramics when I failed to finish the overly ambitious nativity scene prior to Christmas. I stopped playing my guitar when I got bored with playing Blackbird over and over again.
But, knitting! It is the first hobby in which I feel competent. And, yarn making is something I love. I have to stop writing, go over to my little Ashford Traveler and make yarn happen today.
Also, I wonder if I still remember how to play Blackbird. My neighbors are about to be really upset.
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