Sunday Rest

I've just enjoyed a lovely lunch, a very nice walk around this new, new, new area where the hotel is located (SO NEW! - a little scary, and VERY concret-eque, but definitely NEW)

... and now I'm about to go up to my room to rest a bit. Rest. The blessedest word in the world.

The vagaries of travel are such that if I wanted to fly out of here today, the only reasonable flight I would get me into MSP late, late, late - just too late.

So I decided to stay an extra night and take a decent flight on Monday. And, wouldn't you know it, staying over another night got me a huge reduction in my fare. Which MORE than makes up for any extra for the hotel room.

So Knitapalooza's happy (they save $$), I'm happy (I get to rest and not fly all night) and all's right with the world.

The extra bonus? Since we don't have HBO I wasn't going to be able to see the first parts of the John Adams series with Paul Giamatta. But now - in my cozy hotel room with HBO - I'll be watching it as I knit and sip some delicious tea. Yay!

Class Today
Today my class was Knitting with Wire, and it was tremendous. It was just about the best wire knitting experience I've had with a class (and I've had some great ones, so this is saying a LOT!)

It just seemed to be a perfect combination of good students, me feeling "on" and the planets being in alignment. What a lovely class!

Then I met with a student from a previous class to go over one of my earlier patterns with which she was having problems, and helped a late-finisher from my wire class get her bracelet good to go.

A nice chat with Myrna Stahlman and her husband (another Betty & Barney couple) and then my aforementioned walk and lunch. What a good day. Did I mention the beer?

Don't GO There...
I haven't brought up Gerry during my classes here much, and have actively dissuaded folks from bringing him up. I just felt more fragile about the whole thing this weekend - probably because of my recent 2 week separation from him.

But today I talked about it at the end of the wire class, then chatted about the situation with Myrna and her husband.

I do think it's good to talk it through - and every time I do I think I'm trying to convince my self again that it's REAL. Yes, a year later and it still just doesn't seem real that Gerry has Multiple Myeloma.

It's odd, I know, but it's almost like I'm trying to convince myself. It's like pressing the bruise to see if it still hurts, or putting weight on the ankle to see if it's a break or a sprain.

And I started to cry a little. Not much, just misty enough to smudge the mascara. Because I miss Gerry, I miss the kids, and now that it's been a year the honeymoon is over and the kids are seeing how hard it can be to make new friends. Or just one new best friend.

There is no such thing as an instant best friend - it takes time. I can tell that Max, and especially Hannah, are feeling empty (perhaps THAT'S because of my recent 2 week trip to our old stomping ground, too...)