And somehow, the morning got even better.
May. 11th, 2012 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrneAs I was out and about to run a couple of errands, I crossed the street and stopped at a house. Well, I stopped to pause and look at the contents of two bags of things that caught my eye that had been put to the curb. Our trash doesn't go out until Monday, so seeing it now is code for, "Take whatever you want." I snagged a child's Gap sweater almost identical to one I'd found in another colorway for my knitting endeavor, so with an unbelieving smile, I picked it up and kept looking. I also came away with a knitted REI winter hat with a bill that may need replacing, and one knitted (perhaps hand-knitted) longish fingerless glove in a yummy knitted colorway I'll enjoy using as an accent somewhere. Portland is a great place to be a scavenger. For me, Portland is simply a great place to be.
So I'd drafted this DW/LJ entry in my head while walking home when I impulsively stopped by the library at the foot of my street to see what knitting books they had for inspiration. I finally settled on two and went to check them out. As I did so, who did I see but a long-lost Opera buddy, a friend I met up with when I first re-arrived and had been communicating with regularly until Jen and I ceased to be functioning friends. He'd pushed his glasses down and was looking intently at the DVDs when I walked over and said, "Well, hi!" We had a great conversation, all good will and pleasant catching up. He asked why I was at his favorite library and I explained that I lived up the street. Eventually we parted ways and I beamed as I walked down the street, marveling at how amazing this day has been— and it's not even noon! This must be the universe's way of being kind to me after I was so disconsolate yesterday. I am truly at home here, job or no job, complete with a small but devoted support system, and where I'm learning to trust in happiness. Pretty phenomenal. :)
So I'd drafted this DW/LJ entry in my head while walking home when I impulsively stopped by the library at the foot of my street to see what knitting books they had for inspiration. I finally settled on two and went to check them out. As I did so, who did I see but a long-lost Opera buddy, a friend I met up with when I first re-arrived and had been communicating with regularly until Jen and I ceased to be functioning friends. He'd pushed his glasses down and was looking intently at the DVDs when I walked over and said, "Well, hi!" We had a great conversation, all good will and pleasant catching up. He asked why I was at his favorite library and I explained that I lived up the street. Eventually we parted ways and I beamed as I walked down the street, marveling at how amazing this day has been— and it's not even noon! This must be the universe's way of being kind to me after I was so disconsolate yesterday. I am truly at home here, job or no job, complete with a small but devoted support system, and where I'm learning to trust in happiness. Pretty phenomenal. :)