Monday, Monday

This is what I spent today doing. Sorting wool to be carded and spun. I need to get more washed which I will try to do after supper. The color is actually much grayer in real life. Although the sun-bleached parts are almost as reddish as the picture.








And this is my sock. Not much done there but I've had a lot going on, including Deathly Hallows which is coming along slowly. Someone on one of my email loops pretty much gave away the ending without actually saying what it was. No spoilers notice or anything.






Zach and I have been invited to a birthday lunch tomorrow in Waupan so I might take the sock along with me. Or maybe I'll take the Invisibility Shawl along. It's barely started and I'm doing it in Red Heart Symphony instead of lace weight because I need a shawl for a woman from church who fell and broke her hip. And I need it done sometime this year. Besides I don't think acrylic mohair will block anyway so we'll see if this is an experiment designed to fail or not.


Speaking of church...the gospel was about Mary sitting at Jesus's feet while Martha scurried around getting things done. The priest talked about how Mary was giving Jesus what He needed by listening to Him. That got me to thinking about listening and how we humans do it so badly. When I was at my last church, I was going through some really tough times here at home and I needed someone to listen to me without telling me what I "needed" to do. I don't think I found a single person who did that. Everyone knew what I needed to do to fix my situation. I knew what all my options were and none of them were without cost. They only knew the options, not the cost, so it was very easy for them to offer "solutions."


I think in the future, if someone comes to me, I won't try to fix their situation. I will just listen and offer my support. I will also not go to anyone with my problems ever again either.