New Things To Think About

Today I begin classes. My first class is called Diametre By Design and is taught by Michele Boyd. I am so glad I decided to sign up for a class other than the next level in the MSprogram. All week there are classes in a variety of topics related to the fibre arts. Everything from wool judging to alpaca shearing to the Master Weaver program go on during Fibre Week. Fleeces abound as they are displayed and sold and fibre of every sort drift through the air. The vendors do good business as spinners, weavers, felters, and dyers purchase supplies for the upcoming year. Last night was the kick off social at which time the big donators to Fibre Week are given a nod, and then the newest Master Spinners and Weavers receive their certificates. And then finally a we sit for a keynote address. Last night we had a New Zealander speak about selling her creations in felt. She had on a stunning felted jacket that must have taken hours. I came home almost overwhelmed. Meanwhile I had run into my level 5 instructor and she had returned my level 5 books. I was pleased to look through the comments and find that the remarks were for the most part superficial. While all the Fibre Week events are pleasantly rolling along... there are bittersweet moments of my knowing that it will be a while again, if ever, when I will be able to participate in the the joys that are Fibre Week. I am staying in touch with the Daughters through it all and my mom and dad too. My parents will celebrate their 54th anniversary today. It eats at me that I will never celebrate such an occasion in my life. But then what's the point of dwelling on such things... marriage is a partnership and if it can't be one then it is not healthy. There is no point in one person being the engine and the other being the caboose. It just won't work. One no more wants to be dragged through life and neither does one want to do the dragging. Perhaps God will open new doors for me.. Perhaps God will provide me with a better life. I can only hope so because the alternative is too depressing to entertain.