I'm headed South, so I won't be posting for a few days... Not that I've been posting much lately anyway! Sorry. It has been a busy week, even though its not half gone.
I'm taking my yarn to Charleston to hopefully crochet some scarves. My sister has a shoe-store in Idaho, and I came up with the brilliant idea that all year I could make scarves and hats and send them to her in the Fall to sell in her store. Everyone needs scarves and hats in Idaho. So I'm going to get started on that. I still have not found the right yarn/string to make my dresses, though I'm searching. You'd think I could find anything in New York, but it's surprisingly hard. The prices are so high. Maybe I'll find a good yarn store in Charleston.
It's going to be so nice to not wear a coat! But the forecast is predicting rain for the weekend, unfortunately. It is Spring... but still. I want my first time in Charleston to be perfect.
So here is today's Melville quote from Moby Dick: (Maybe I will see some ships in Charleston harbor!)
"Consider all this; and then turn to this green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life."
This was interesting to read while traversing the NY subway, and when I read it I looked up and around me. Subway cars are remarkably quiet for the number of people crammed into them. Most people sit or stand in reverie--each in their own little world, their personal Tahiti, despite the unloveliness around them. Maybe no man is an island, but there are times when, like Melville says, we row to an inner island and spend some time alone surrounded by a sea of people. One almost has to do this in a big city like New York, because otherwise everyone would get claustrophobia and their minds would explode just thinking about how many people there are walking around this tiny "Manhatto" (as Melville calls it) and what all their lives are like and how their paths intersect.
In other news, did you hear about Spitzer? Did you hear about Craig Jessop? Also, some movie director is scouting locations for his new Catherine Zeta-Jones movie and might choose my street!
Better get to bed--I have to wake up before the sun and somehow get to the Newark Airport by 7:30 a.m.!!! Ugh.