It was a hoot from the time I got there. The original plan was that Lynn and her friend Rae would get there earlier than me and save me a seat. But then I got an email from Lynn that afternoon saying they wouldn’t be able to get there until later, but that Rachael would be there earlier and save us all seats. Just one catch. Neither Rachael nor I had ever met each other, nor did we have any idea what the other looked like.
So when I got there at 5:40 and the room was full except for saved seats, I did the only thing I could do. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Is there a Rachael here who’s supposed to be saving seats for me, LynnH, and Rae?" A hand shot up at the front of the room and a voice rang out, "I’m her mother!" Hey! Alright! Second row! Hi, Rachael’s mom!
Rachael came in a little later, so I got to meet her, and then Lynn and Rae showed up about 15 minutes before Stephanie.
Steph gave a great talk as always. She compared knitters to Buddhist monks, which is great company to be in. I want to read more about the physical changes in the brain she was talking about because that stuff fascinates me. I think if I were forced to go into a medical field I would choose neurology or public health. (What can I say? I see medical journal articles every day. Those are the ones that grab my interest the most.) Her talk also made me think I should knit more.
After her talk I had her hold my sock.
Then I had Lynn hold my sock.
Then Lynn, Rae and I went to Seva for dinner. Wonderful food, wonderful conversation. It was a great evening.
As I sat knitting my sock on the bus ride home, I thought how fortunate I am to live in Ann Arbor, a destination city. I had overheard a lot of people say where they had come from, and a lot of them had come quite far. I had just left work and walked for 15 minutes to get to AADL. And after I left Seva, I just had to walk for a minute or two to get to the bus station, then take a half hour bus trip home, during which I could knit. I’m so lucky to live in a city where events are held. Next weekend, the Dalai Lama. It all keeps coming back to Buddhist monks, doesn’t it?
My life is good. I’m glad I made the choices I made, which gradually rebuilt my life into what it is today. I like my life the way it is. Happiness is sweet.