I did what I always do. I documented it.
The weather has been very disconcerting. It was the warmest Nov. 17 in 40 years.
I remember being in Miami during the holidays one year. It must have been around 20 years ago now. I was about 2 blocks from South Beach, and we had been doing a photo shoot. But we wrapped a bit early and I had a free evening and found myself…midwestern girl…in a Walgreens in Miami Beach a couple of days before Christmas. I had received a call from friends who had gone sledding and skiing and were spending the weekend in Wisconsin. Could I get home in time to meet them there, they asked.
I wandered the aisles, listening to the holiday music, taking in the lights, the decorations.
I was so lost.
I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to celebrate the holiday without at least the CHANCE of snow, and a cold breeze and a winter coat. Walking outside, I was greeted with the soft warm breeze, and the tealest of teal ocean colors. It was breathtaking.
But not Christmas.
I had that same feeling again today, even though I am playing holiday music. The weather report calls for storms tomorrow and snow flurries on Saturday. Maybe then, just maybe, things will start to feel a little bit more normal.
I have been working on the knitting that had me turned inside out. I spent 45 minutes just studying the scarf, trying to recognize my mistakes. Finally, in what seemed like a breakthrough, I realized that I was not paying attention to the wrong and right side of the pattern.
Once I had it figured out, I decided to continue and not rip out the incorrect stitches. I decided that this scarf would be a great reminder of a difficult time. Things leave scars. My scarf would have a scar. It’s not horrible.
The only way to continue is to go forward.
I think I just might have a scarf by the time the snow falls.
And it’s time to get back to sewing too.