FiberTribe

Mindless MMMMMeming

Whatever.   

Four jobs I've had:
Better Business Bureau staffer
Trade finance rep in Mexico & Venezuela
Asst. to consumer reporter at a TV station
Head of corporate lending at the Canadian office of a US bank

Four movies I could watch over and over:
Casablanca
The Full Monty
Paris, Texas
Wings of Desire

Four television shows I watch:
 um. none. I don't have cable.
when I'm at the gym I watch House. yum. Hugh Laurie.

Four websites I visit daily:
 bloglines
bbc
cnn
msnbc

Four places I've been on vacation:
 Bhutan
Calcutta
British Virgin Islands
Rio

Four favorite foods:
 artichokes
raspberries
endive
bacon

And how about:

Four favorite yarns:
Zen
Jamieson & Smith shetland 2 ply
almost anything Colinette
Noro Kocheron

Four favorite Canadian Torontonian things:
the Beaches (my old neighborhood) in its entirety
the NDP
"sooory" & "yup, yup, yup"
Elora (town north of Toronto)

considered but not done:
Four Favorite Sexual Positions
Four Favorite Supreme Court Justices Most Likely to be Reincarnated as       Cockroaches
Same as above for U.S. Politicians
Four Favorite One-Liners
Four Favorite Flavors

I reserve the right to torture you with this later.  Or maybe I'll have someone in Romania or Poland or Pakistan do it for me.  That's just the kind of executive privilege guy I am...

Sniped from Cursing Mama

F	Fuzzy
I	Industrious
B	Bold
E	Emotional
R	Responsible
T	Terrific
R	Rare
I	Industrious
B	Beautiful
E	Easy

Name / Username:

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

Wait a goddamned minute, easy? EASY? awright. who told?

Good Day, Sunshine

Thanks for all your kind and encouraging comments. It's one of those times when even though my head knows things, I really, really need to hear them again, read them again, and be reminded and reminded.  One good friend I spoke to this afternoon who I had not told of my new leap laughed at hearing of my scattery and disjointed, rambling days. He told me it is called being over 50. Heh. Not actually.   It reminds me of the amazingly simple and wonderful name of Melanie's blog, Swim.  That's exactly what this feels like.  Treading water and feeling around for the flow. 

I actually breathed at some point during the day and thought, wow, this is good.  And my friends Barney and Jack were dead-on with their advice, too. Abandon the lists, they said.  Realize that you can do ANYTHING you want and go play for a while.  You need to rest and then play.   They're right. I'm still scurrying around on my squirrel treadmill, constructing agendas and schedules where there really are none. Now maybe being on 'sabbatical' creates metaphor overload syndrome, but here's another:   I'm slowly blinking and opening my eyes as if awakening from a long, long slumber...you may now address me as rumple-freaking-stiltskin.  That is all from the land of sunshine.

So. Where Were We?

All righty then, my lovelies. The journey of 10,000 miles begins with a single step could have been the alternate title to this post.  In my case, I'd say it started with that final hug at the orifice as I stepped on down the road.   Chez FiberTribe we have not been much with the fiber lately as you've noticed.    We are all about sleeping in and tackling chores and errands and repairs and...well, you get the idea.   

If you've been through a major career ending, life change thingy just skip ahead.  But if not, I'm here to tell you it's beaucoup weird in myriad and minute ways.   It's all those little details like what the fuck do I put in the 'occupation' blank on a brokerage account application?  Duh. Nonplussed for a moment.  And oh, shit, I can't just re-fi the house when I feel like it, can I?  Won't qualify without a job, eh?   These are small moments, yes, but telling.  The mind, she is still getting her lobes around this change. And yes, it was a big rock tossed in the pond, and no, I really didn't think through all the feeling ripples.  And here's another little thing: how friends tend to insist on picking up the tab at lunch or brunch more often these days.  Hey, I've done that myself. It's just strange (but ok) to be on the receiving end of it.    Come to think about it, maybe much of this unfolding path is about learning how to receive, learning how to stay open to receiving. To smile and be thankful for the kindnesses AND for the adventure.  To avoid avoiding things, if that makes any sense, and to stay open to the unexpected and the happenstance connection. 

And you know what?  This really IS a grand adventure. But damn, it's like opening the cage door of a well-groomed and no longer feral beastie who's been 28 years in the cage... NOW what the fuck to do? huh? Huh?   It's all about intention, right?  And figuring out or being open to what to intend.

So...odd, weird, subtly squirmy though it may be, I'm not doing much. Lots of sleeping, much forgiveness of self for being scattered and unfocused.  Time to gather all the threads and scraps of dreams and "if I had time I would-s",  and what-about-that-how-cool-would-that-be-s,  and come up with a design.  Time to set aside the nagging worry that what I create won't do the raw material justice, that I'll have wasted my effort and wasted that lovely silk... 

Hmmm. Maybe all that too-beautiful-to-knit-up stash yarn IS a metaphor after all.   And so as a first installment of promises unfinished (from prior blog entries), and to hot up the entry, photographically speaking, here is the long-promised photo from St. Peter's church spire in Vecriga (Old Riga), Latvia showing the view up the Draugava River.  It includes their awesome and beautiful suspension bridge over  the river.  I think it is grand inspiration for some sort of avant garde spider web-y laceweight mohair neckline, yes?  ok. work with me here...