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On my way home from Moseley folk. I like Moseley. I wish I still lived 20 mins walk away from the folk festival. As it is, I have to be on this train for an hour and 40 minutes. Then, when I wake up at the other end, sleepy and stupid and forgetting that I need milk and crunchy nut cornflakes, I have the 20 minute stagger to my flat still to do. Liam is with me, which will make staggering less unpleasant.
We (liamp, mysstickle, fay_melusine and her husband Martin) have just stood in the gentle mizzle listening to the exceedingly pretty Kate Rusby sing. It was quite lovely weather all weekend but then it rained, which was a shame when she was so pretty and summery sounding. She was even prettier than Jim Moray who is still a remarkably pretty man. He had two quite pretty men on stage with him. He should have people with him more often, as it seems to make him less horrifically shy. Also enjoyed Tunng who sound pretty but I cant comment on their appearance as I didn’t get up to look at them. I have made a baby bootie while I was there, proud of self as there was complicated picking up of stitches to be done after drinking cider. I have finished the complicated little slippers I made for Mark’s baby and for Cathy Ingham. If I don’t do the edging on them and post them soon, Rhiannon and Cathy’s feet will have gotten too big for them, if that time is not already upon us. The boot made at festival is going to a foster baby not born yet but going to our Dianne’s friend Kim when it is. It saddens me that every baby can’t be as loved and wanted and cherished and welcome in the world as Rhiannon and Cathy and my little ‘becca were, so this little girl is to have a pair of cotton silk boots that someone took the time to craft especially for her.
It’s Austeja’s first day tomorrow. I get a new colleague. I don’t miss James like I thought I would. I’m fond of James and I won’t be nearly as fond of Austeja but I’m kind of glad I can put all that behind me and go to work and do my job with two capable people who are doing theirs and my only reason for relating to them is that we do the same thing together. I like Peter a lot. Peter is meant to be doing this now. We get new volunteers on Saturday. I don’t feel ready for them. We are more ready than we were this time last year but I don’t feel ready.
Last two weekends of festivals have made me examine how I do my job. I do a job which should have room for creativity, both mine and my fostering other people’s, but I rarely act in such a way to enable that, am rarely in an environment where that can flourish, and I don’t know why I have been content to accept that for so long. Greenbelt especially, with it’s balance of pretty stuff, artistic stuff, thought proving intellectual stuff, emotionally moving stuff, spiritual stuff is a lot like my job should be. I’m not saying every day should be knitting on the grass in the sunshine but more of it should be more like Greenbelt and less like a mess with broken filing cabinets in it.
We (liamp, mysstickle, fay_melusine and her husband Martin) have just stood in the gentle mizzle listening to the exceedingly pretty Kate Rusby sing. It was quite lovely weather all weekend but then it rained, which was a shame when she was so pretty and summery sounding. She was even prettier than Jim Moray who is still a remarkably pretty man. He had two quite pretty men on stage with him. He should have people with him more often, as it seems to make him less horrifically shy. Also enjoyed Tunng who sound pretty but I cant comment on their appearance as I didn’t get up to look at them. I have made a baby bootie while I was there, proud of self as there was complicated picking up of stitches to be done after drinking cider. I have finished the complicated little slippers I made for Mark’s baby and for Cathy Ingham. If I don’t do the edging on them and post them soon, Rhiannon and Cathy’s feet will have gotten too big for them, if that time is not already upon us. The boot made at festival is going to a foster baby not born yet but going to our Dianne’s friend Kim when it is. It saddens me that every baby can’t be as loved and wanted and cherished and welcome in the world as Rhiannon and Cathy and my little ‘becca were, so this little girl is to have a pair of cotton silk boots that someone took the time to craft especially for her.
It’s Austeja’s first day tomorrow. I get a new colleague. I don’t miss James like I thought I would. I’m fond of James and I won’t be nearly as fond of Austeja but I’m kind of glad I can put all that behind me and go to work and do my job with two capable people who are doing theirs and my only reason for relating to them is that we do the same thing together. I like Peter a lot. Peter is meant to be doing this now. We get new volunteers on Saturday. I don’t feel ready for them. We are more ready than we were this time last year but I don’t feel ready.
Last two weekends of festivals have made me examine how I do my job. I do a job which should have room for creativity, both mine and my fostering other people’s, but I rarely act in such a way to enable that, am rarely in an environment where that can flourish, and I don’t know why I have been content to accept that for so long. Greenbelt especially, with it’s balance of pretty stuff, artistic stuff, thought proving intellectual stuff, emotionally moving stuff, spiritual stuff is a lot like my job should be. I’m not saying every day should be knitting on the grass in the sunshine but more of it should be more like Greenbelt and less like a mess with broken filing cabinets in it.