Sammy's Musings and Insights

I found this link today when looking up something on Dictionary.com. It encouraged me to try to do the impossible, perhaps it will for you as well. http://www.adultdatingadultdating.com/stories/02/getting-over-the-fear-of-asking-someone-out/ I know, another dating blog, but this actually finally makes perfect sense to my problem. I mean, I am not sure if I am looking to date this particular person, but at least it's a start, a place to begin. I mean, call me crazy, but the old fashioned flirting and wonderment of the first discovering an attractive man is a magical thing. Old fashioned romance is also a magical thing and one that is worth all the wait.

When you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's meant to be. Or how about this one: to love is to let go. Or how about this little truth: absence makes the heart grow fonder. Is there some truth to these old sayings or they just that: sayings?

Like everything else, knitting is a slow and painful process to learn. The last couple of months I have been trying to master one simple stitch, the knit stitch, according to basic principles a very easy stitch. Well, this easy stitch I finally mastered after four months; after countless times of casting on stitches, pulling out yarn and beginning again after flubbing stitches, and endless times of throwing the needles on the floor, across the room, etc. I finally got it. Hopefully if I keep at this, if the instructions prove right, all these stitches will produce the long awaited scarf. I just feel sorry for the poor soul who will be the receiver of this scarf, because it will have mistakes in it, but everything in creation must have a few flaws in it right?

First and foremost, I apologize for not posting anything sooner. I know two months, where has she been right? Well, that's an interesting story, not one that can be all summoned up on a post, but let's break it down here and I will describe my last two months. (By the way, this may end up as the subject of my second book, if I ever finish my first book. I am also changing any and all names, to spare any embarrassment to whoever may be reading this.) Let's see where shall I begin in this little story? Let's see, how many of you have seen Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, the film, not the book? Remember Lena's adventures in Greece, she visits her grandparents, meets Greek boy, falls in love, and lives happily ever after? Remember the stumbles she took along the way, where she was hesitant in falling for Kostas and her family's dissaproval? Well, something similar happened to me though not in that context completely. It all begins one beautiful late August...