It's been a while since I posted, and before I launch into talking about me, me, me, I want to point you to this blog post of my friend Kyle Kunnecke.
In addition to being smart, funny, cute and incredibly creative, Kyle is also training to run the National AIDS Marathon -- while working at his job and attending school to get his college diploma. I figure anyone who runs a marathon should get a medal, but medals don't raise funds that organizations like the AIDS Project Los Angeles needs to do their work. You can make a contribution to help Kyle achieve his fundraising goal, and it doesn't have to be a big contribution. Every little bit helps. (Do you really need to buy more sock yarn?) The "donate" button is on this page.
Go Kyle!!
Okay...
So a couple of weekends back I went down to Easton Mountain to attend a workshop called "FINDING YOUR CALLING: Making Connections Between Spirit
and Vocation". More about the workshop later. The drive down was mostly through sleet, and several times I thought about turning back. Visibility was very poor; the interstate was slick. (We drove past Utica at 45 MPH. I wondered how long it had been since the highway had seen speeds that slow.) Then, about an hour west of Albany NY, the sleet changed to rain. Much better visibility. I arrived at Easton Mountain and saw the snow was melting. Ick. (The joke is that there are 5 season: winter, spring, summer, fall and mud.)

Next day, Dave, Scott, Sunfire and I drove over the mountains into Vermont to go to Green Mountain Spinnery. Dave mumbled abit about the weather -- usually when we were in a brief whiteout -- but on the whole I was relieved by how good the visibility was, especially given what I'd slogged through the previous day.
There is a display of yarn behind the desk/cash area in the retail shop at the mill; it's changed every month. We were surprised to see the green/purple combination of Easton Mountain. What a welcome!
John drove down from upstate Vermont and met us at the mill. (He's going to knit a hat. We supported the local economy.)
Then over to the Front Porch Cafe for lunch. Wonderful. The return trip took us through Manchester, Vermont, where we might have supported the local economy. (Tip: the Lemon Almond Brittle at Mother Myrick's is very good. The Buttercrunch is also very good, but if I had to choose I'd go with the Brittle.)
The next day it snowed. What a difference in the landscape.
After the workshop I drove home, and arrived back with a nasty flu bug. Missed 2 days from work, and a week later I'm still snorffling. (The weather for driving home was much better than going down. Thank you to the Divine.)
The workshop was facilitated by Ken Mattsson, a career practitioner from Boston. It was the first time he'd presented the material at Easton Mountain, and it really needed an extra day. However, I consider it to have been valuable, would recommend it to others, and benefited from it. Ken is an excellent presenter to groups, and did very good, sensitive, one-to-one work.
Once upon a time, a career counsellor said to me "You know Ted, sometimes when people are stuck with their careers, it's not a career problem. It's a life problem. Often when you sort out the life problem, the career thing just sorta sorts itself out."
I would like to say that while at the retreat I had my moment of divine inspiration and my path in life was laid out before me. Didn't happen. What did happen was that some things got consolidated, and a few things that I need to do that I've been skirting got put rather forcefully into focus. There needs to be some changes.
In Other News
- "Hi" to everybody who is reading this because of the brief profile in the February issue of Simply Knitting magazine. Thanks to the editors for the mention. (I was completely surprised by it.)
- I made it through the lay-off at work this past week, so I have a job until the end of July. After that...um...we're not sure.
- I have knitted something. More on it later.
- And I started spinning something.
There seems to be a bit of an orange theme going on right now.
Talk to you later.