This post is from a month or so ago, but every time I read it, it makes me tear up, and I don't really know why. I tend to think of that (tearing up) as my barometer for wonderfulness, though, so I wanted to blog it (although it's probably just a barometer for hormone imbalance).

Is it because dreams are so fragile? Because I have unfulfilled ones? I don't know. I really don't.

I have seen my future and it is a little log cabin with comfy chairs and floor to ceiling bookcases. A counter for coffee and baskets of yarn. Knitting and laughing with literate, like-minded Dreamers....
Here's my PROBLEM:
There is a sign over the front door and I can't quite make out what it says.
What shall I call it, dear readers?

lifelong knitter: March 2004