A short story memory

There was a time a million years ago, or maybe it was 15-18 years ago, that I wrote a short story. It was saved on a red floppy disk and stuffed in a drawer. There may be a paper copy somewhere in a box – or maybe not. The couple in the story lived outside…

I can’t stick with the rules.

Screw wordless Wednesday. My mind is whirling and in a panic – except when I focus on the knitting. Knitting in any manner. When I’m concentrating on a lace project all the troubles go away. In quiet moments I think about learning to dye yarn instead of solving the problems that exist. If I’m busy…