Wisps of fog
That title is way too romantic for what is about to come (as perhaps is the title of this whole blog). I’ve realised that one of my problems in this life is that I have way too many hobbies, and not enough time to indulge them all. (I've also been dragging myself around lately, feeling like something was about to catch up with me, and stayed home to sleep yesterday.)
Guitar: The guitar teacher of the Community College Courses I have finished emailed around a link to his new website the other day. He has an album too, which is a little heavier than how I like my music, but some might like it. He is putting up some guitar tabs on the site occasionally, and the first song is Blackbird by the Beatles. I printed out the tabs to have a go yesterday and was laughably slow.
Crochet: I have been keeping an eye out, in my half-hearted shopping efforts, for a new jumper - a warm woollen one not some thin acrylic junk - and not been able to find one, so decided to make one. I put this photo up on facebook with a caption, ‘will I get away with it’, and no-one said a word for a very long time, which I thought was ominous. However, I have never been all that interested in the height of fashion in any case, so was going to press on, but I now have a few likes, from friends more towards the alternative-dressing end. Good. I just have to work out some colours, hopefully using some of the yarn I already have. (It’s from a book called Crochet – Modern Vintage if you are inspired.)
Poetry: Frances has posted some lovely ones of late. What home could be by Emily Dickinson and What is Divinity? by Wallace Stevens.
This one is not exactly a hobby, but here is a post on Complementarianism for Dummies. I read it a while back, as I subscribe to Mary Kassian, but have seen some discussion going around facebook of late. If you don’t know quite what it’s supposed to mean, it’s worth reading.