This is the sweater I have been working on for the last six weeks. It is a lovely shade of blue-grey. I have not once taken a photo that shows its true color. I am dreadfully sick of knitting it. I have one shoulder on the front and then the sleeves left to knit. I don’t think it will take more than a week or two (tops) to get it done. Then I will work on small projects that I enjoy immensely. With colorful colors that I love. No grey for a while – or ever.
It is 7:30 a.m., it is snowing, the roads are horrendous. And I get to stay home. I can hear my neighbors scraping ice off their cars that weren’t in their garages. I can hear people chipping away at ice on their driveways and sidewalks. And I get to stay home. In a moment I will sit down in front of the fireplace and finish the front of this sweater.
What a delicious way to spend a morning.
I am tempted to write about a woman I sponsor, but better not. I’ll just say, I don’t understand coming to the program because you need it – desperately – and arguing with words in the big book and the concept of a higher power that is referred to as “he” and “him.” To me that screams “I still think I am full of good ideas, and need to assert my superior intelligence.” Which screams to me “WARNING! WARNING!”
I am so sick of seeing people I love drink again and die. It’s almost more than I can stand.
Let no one deceive himself. If any one among you thinks that he is wise in this age, let him become a fool that he may become wise. For the wisdom of this world is folly with God.
— 1 Corinthians 3:18-19