Running with Scissors. Day 29.

There was an episode of Sex and the City in which Miranda is upset because she has gotten stood-up on a first date, only to learn that her date had a heart-attack and died. Hence, a no-show. She feels dumb, selfish, and guilty upon learning of the true reason for his absence. Have you ever felt that?

I was bummed last week when my new acquaintance from school didn't come to class. I know that she may not be all that satisfied with the curriculum as previous experience and expectation often lead you down a different road. I didn't get her contact information, and, to be perfectly honest, was feeling pretty sorry for myself when I didn't see her.

Well, she did come to class today. Reason for the absence? She was attacked by a sexual-predator while jogging! Wait, this stuff happens in real life? Apparently yes! Thank GOD she is OK. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, and he ran away. I remember the day that I was followed home by the guy that wound up banging on my door (yes, I should have noticed him, I was overworked and this was the day of a product launch). I can't say that the experience is the same, but you still feel horrified, terrified, and violated. A good reminder to all the ladies, and fella's, to keep an eye on your surroundings. My new friend has since signed up for the gym. Staring at the wall may be boring, but being attacked is worth looking at eggshell paint. Besides, that is what streaming Netflix on the iPad is for!

I have also been feeling badly that my friend who works at EDD hasn't called me back. Again, miss-sulk-ie-poo, needs to think twice before sporting pouty lip. I talked to my mom today, and while our friend was riding home from work on his motorcycle, in San Francisco, he got hit by a car that turned right in front of him. I didn't even know he road bikes, and he is not one of my motorcycle industry friends, so this just shocked me. He is doing "OK," many shattered things in his right lower leg, and a punctured lung. Very sad and upsetting news. He will be in the hospital for a while, and a trip to visit will be arranged shortly.

I really hate all of this bad news.

However, there is some good news. The sweater I have been working on is almost done.I only have the ribbing in the collar left, and of-course the finishing, which always takes a few hours. No point in spending that much time on something to take short-cuts with the finishing.

I took a brief break tonight to help Ramon make dinner, during which I watched a shun knife bounce off of my left middle finger ... leaving quite a mark on the nail, but amazingly no-where else. I really, really hate cutting slick things like onions and apples with the shun. I don't mind the dull things, or meat, but when it comes to slick, i strongly prefer my exacto knife, which sadly can't be applied to produce.

So, today has really been sort of a doozie. Though, finishing this sweater, while not part of Project Hallway, meaning I am even more behind, but still being very important, I have had some time to think and reflect over the quiet afternoon in our air-conditioned apartment.

Lessons learned:

1. Read way ahead in the pattern, not just your next step. Meaning: Anticipate what is next, and be aware of your surroundings.

2. The skills that I am learning may appear complicated and scary, but they're really not. They just take some patience, and practice. Meaning: I can totally do this.



I am happy that all of my friends are, or will hopefully soon be OK.