Knitting is my new lover

The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes.
— Frank Lloyd Wright

contretemps \KAHN-truh-tahn\, noun;
plural contretemps \-tahnz\:
An inopportune or embarrassing situation or event; a hitch.

It will be 35′C tomorrow with a humidex of 46. Good grief. It reminds me of China almost. Today was quite hot as well. Dad got a tooth pulled, I bought knitting needles. I am doing a rough draft of the fingerless gloves and eager for future projects such as mittens and Annie’s scarf.

On an introspective and personal growth note, I am less lethargic about my dreams today. I am eager to engage the idea of them. I am also thinking of my ridiculous proclivity to like gentlemen (I’m rereading P&P) whom I do not know at all. When I do get better aquainted, I am severely disappointed. For those that I never meet become weird obsessions that I idolise and put into symbols. Thinking about my dream, I realized that while my love life does frustrate me often, I have grown a lot away from my loneliness in high school. With the most recent crush I had, I hope I am less apt to obsess over guys who look good but prove to be incompatible. In general, I am less earnest. I hope it stays this way as I have other things to think about, and the universe will help me when the time is ready.

I must venture out in the head for work and errands tomorrow.

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