If you aren't happy to see me, you shouldn't be dating me. You said you'd lost the, "joy of the relationship." You said you wished to search for it again. Thing is, joy shouldn't need the effort. If it does, there's something wrong. Love is supposed to bring joy; supposed to BE joy. You say you love me. How? How can you love me when it doesn't make you happy to see me? It doesn't sound like love to me. It sounds like I'm a duty, a chore; it sounds dead. It makes me sad to see it, to say it, but that's what I see from what you've told me. Don't force it. If you look and see that it is dead, drop it before it rots. Please.
ยป Pump you up Philly Today
“I got a little frustrated at the gas pump the other day. And believe it or not, it had nothing to do with the $4 per gallon price tag….”
Haven’t we all had this experience, once in a while? At the gas pump. At the grocery checkout aisle. I suspect there are many reasons for it, but one of them may be simply to make people so frustrated at the simple act of buying a tank of gas that they are focused on the damned buttons, and not on the readout that says “8 gallons: $6,813.52″
I re-knit Swatch #2, this time with K1P1 ribbing (previously I had misread the instructions and did K2P2 ribbing– whoops!):
The back of my stockinette isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have visible ridges, and I think it’ll even out with blocking:
I also made Swatch 14, the cabled swatch:
I think it’s uneven, but it’ll do for now. I probably should have ended after the 4th cable row. Hm. Anyway, this is my first iteration of this swatch. I’m pretty sure I’ll re-do it.
Blue sweater is almost done. I have 11 rows left before grafting the hood together. After that, it’s graft the underarms and cuffs, block and it’s done!
He found the modern Taiko movement, and was the teacher for Tanaka sensei and hence the grand-teacher of just about everyone who plays taiko in USA. We were hoping to meet him during the 40th Taiko Dojo performance :-(