This goat farmer hates to leave her farm. I absolutely hate it. If I have to leave, it would be during the day, because there’s just something about the dark. Something lonely. Something mysterious. I prefer my mysteries by light of day or at least, safe in my home, sitting in my chair.
Tonight, I am going to a party. Yikes! When I agreed to go, it never occurred to me it would be a nighttime party. Not only a nighttime party, but a party in the city. In Austin. An hour away. In the city. Have I told you how much I hate the city? Or driving in the city or even being a passenger in a vehicle, in the city.
I’m not entirely sure how much is hate and how much is fear. I push through fears so I will push through this. I am strong. Ha! Now you see what I do, when I’m scared. I tell myself I’m strong. If I’m scared, I call Angels to be with me. Could be one or four or a legion of angels. I think I even called in four legions once! 🙂 That’s a bunch of Angels!
I just reached into my knitting bag and encountered spider. As usual, I said, “hello spider”. Spider represents creating. Creating and weaving the web of life. What am I creating by my willingness to overcome my fear and going to this party? Only further ahead moments will tell.
This party is with my husbands co-workers. He’s their boss. Usually they come to the farm for a BBQ and I’m running around cooking or showing off my babies. I’ve never seen a more eclectic group. There will be people from: China, India, Sudan, Nepal, Bangladesh, and Malaysia. At the last BBQ, I remember asking a gal from China if China wants to take over the US. She said she didn’t know! Ha! I expected an, of course not!
I’m not sure what we’ll have in common here in the city. At the farm it was love of animals. I’m literally a country girl about to be with city folk. I can spin this! I’ll simply ask them about their home countries. What they like best about it or worst, and that should create conversation. I’m taking along my boxes of homemade shawls and scarves in case I find volunteers to model them for me. That should weave some changes in my life. I might then be able to sell something because I’ll be able to show photos. Proper photos. I tried it with photos of my stuff on an art easel. Not very effective.
Getting closer. Soon I will be clutching the car handle and braking with imaginary brakes. Yes, it’s still daylight. Doesn’t matter. City by night or city by day…… Too many cars, going too fast on roads that are too narrow. We didn’t have dinner. I wonder if there will be food? Thinking about food and writing this, keeps me from freaking out.
Well, we did the normal Saturday stuff and the owner of The Sugar Shack in Bastrop, Texas said I’d bought a million smoothies, I deserved a free one. On the house. :-). Gave Lovey his humongous bottle a bit early, and although hot, everybody was doin fine.
Getting closer. Need to wrap this up so I can try to figure out how to add photos. If I can’t, sorry, I’m using the IPhone. Not gonna spell check either! Well, wish me luck and good vibrations as I go to a party. First in, I dunno, 15 years? Oh boy. Signing off at Curly Locks Ranch.