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multipurposegoddess) wrote2008-08-18 12:54 pm
multipurposegoddess) wrote2008-08-18 12:54 pm
Weekend Update
Home from the NA Spiritual Co-ed Camp-out and avoiding all the post-camping chores: laundry, tent-cleaning, etc. My neighbor/contractor is taking down the northern portion of our fencing today and hopefully getting new posts put up. We're dipping into savings to pay for it, which I don't like, but that fence was put up in 1965 and really doesn't present much of a barrier for the dog. It's been keeping him in more out of his own quirky psychology than actual physical obstruction, I think. If we have shiny new fence on two sides of the yard by the end of the week, I will be happy to tighten the purse strings for a bit to rebuild the nest egg.
The camp-out was great. I was a little grumpy prior to going because a lot of our personal prep work fell to me while H did things like the work he is paid for and prep for the group as a whole. And I was nervous about spending the weekend with 200 people I'd never met. Camping with a large group is just not something I generally anticipate with pleasure - other people make noise and have bright lights on at night and impinge on my enjoyment of nature. But this was fun.
Four meetings in three days, and I helped H with his coffee commitment because, hey, what else am I gonna do while he's spending hours making coffee? That's a good way to talk to a whole bunch of people, manning the coffee urns. I realized Saturday night that I felt really safe there, and the murmur of all those conversations going on while I was falling asleep was soothing rather than infuriating. NA is not my home or my family the way it is for members, but it's a fine community to be welcomed into as a guest for a while. Being among people who are actively trying to become better is pretty uplifting.
I got quite a bit of crocheting done on a baby blanket that I guess will be for H's god-son. That idea still weirds me out. I made a blanket for the baby's older sister before she was born but I completely spaced that this one was on the way, caught up in my own dramas and whatnot. Luckily, I had started a few rows in white just to learn a stitch ages ago, and continuing that stitch will make an acceptable woobie, I think. I feel bad that the kid is getting a smallish blanket full of mistakes made out of whatever yarn I can find in my hoard that looks okay together, but probably no one else will notice all that. Or say anything, anyway.
The camp-out was great. I was a little grumpy prior to going because a lot of our personal prep work fell to me while H did things like the work he is paid for and prep for the group as a whole. And I was nervous about spending the weekend with 200 people I'd never met. Camping with a large group is just not something I generally anticipate with pleasure - other people make noise and have bright lights on at night and impinge on my enjoyment of nature. But this was fun.
Four meetings in three days, and I helped H with his coffee commitment because, hey, what else am I gonna do while he's spending hours making coffee? That's a good way to talk to a whole bunch of people, manning the coffee urns. I realized Saturday night that I felt really safe there, and the murmur of all those conversations going on while I was falling asleep was soothing rather than infuriating. NA is not my home or my family the way it is for members, but it's a fine community to be welcomed into as a guest for a while. Being among people who are actively trying to become better is pretty uplifting.
I got quite a bit of crocheting done on a baby blanket that I guess will be for H's god-son. That idea still weirds me out. I made a blanket for the baby's older sister before she was born but I completely spaced that this one was on the way, caught up in my own dramas and whatnot. Luckily, I had started a few rows in white just to learn a stitch ages ago, and continuing that stitch will make an acceptable woobie, I think. I feel bad that the kid is getting a smallish blanket full of mistakes made out of whatever yarn I can find in my hoard that looks okay together, but probably no one else will notice all that. Or say anything, anyway.