Breaking Things
Today I think about the things that were broken in yesterday's monkey-ish cataclysm.
Broken Childhood Memories
Bob Keeshan's death has me a bit on the broken side. As I child, I was a regular viewer of the Captain, and that Mr. Green Jeans is embedded in my memory too. I love this quote from the article linked above:
As for "Barney and Friends," Keeshan found the popular 1990s show gentle but boring -- "what we used to call 'a program in a telephone booth."'
A program in a telephone booth. Yep, that's about the size of it.
Broken Diet(s)
I'm on two diets and I must admit I've fared much better on the yarn diet than the food one in general.
Yesterday, however, broke that one too. I bought 3 skeins of Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock in Miata. Been itching to get my hands on that yarn! Lest you think I'm a fickle chippie (after all, I've only been on the yarn diet since Jan. 1), I purchased the yarn for a pair of socks for a good friend to whom they were promised in December in return for a huge favor she did for me.
So I feel that my transgression can be overlooked this time. But we're back on the wagon now. Even if Elann has some yummy new yarns, including a wool/llama blend.
Must. Use. Restraint.
As for the food diet. Well, I have a ruthless sweet tooth. I need to curb its enthusiasm.
Broken Homes
Yesterday I also found out about a family who lost everything in a fire. So I'm packing off a ton of clothing and a coat or two to them today. Looking around my house after finding out about this tragedy really brought home to me how much I have that I don't need. I feel like a commodity glutton.
Don't worry too much. The feeling will pass. Much sooner than it should.