I HAVE TO SAY THAT LAST WEEK WAS AN EXERCISE IN PATIENCE. For those of you who know me, you know, that I am NOT a patient person. I have however, over the years, become more patient, or at last better at not showing my growing inner hostility toward the person/persons being late or slow. I have to admit that over the past year or two this patience level has been heightened by my ability to knit, now very often I bring something to knit, and if you are late, or slow, well honestly I just don’t care because I have something with me to do, and on top of it, knitting is usually something I would rather be doing than whatever I am waiting for.
But this week I was in Puerto Rico visiting C’s family and going to a family wedding. Just thinking about it makes me breathe deep and try to meditate the stress from my bones. And on top of it I don’t being knitting with me as I wait, because it could be considered rude, and I am trying to learn Spanish, and if I bring my knitting, well, I tend to zone out and not concentrate on the conversation at hand, so it sits in the room, and as I wait, I think if how much of that scarf I could have finished….
Sunday was spent packing- packing my knitting, packing the things I needed to get done while I was gone, packing clothes, and packing up boxes of order to mail out before I left.
Monday we had to leave very early in the morning (4:30 am ) to catch our flight. C got bumped to first class because he flies so much and since the rest of the flight is just a sardine can I told him to go sit without me. I almost had an empty seat next to me, but no luck. I tries to start a new scarf but was too tired to pay attention to the pattern, and after the second big mistake, I pulled it all out and just started listening to Wicked on the I-Pod instead. Once we arrived, C left to work and to get fitted for his tux for the wedding. I napped, knit, listened to the ocean, walked around the resort, ate lunch, and generally chilaxed (new word that one of the niece’s taught me- to chill & relax at the same time).
Tuesday I got up and started working. I finished my newsletter, and blogged. Both while having the door of the balcony open, sniffing the fresh air and listening to the ocean. Then I went to the pool and tried to tan a little, listening to a book, and knitting my scarf. After about 45 minutes I had to leave, or risk looking like a lobster more than I already would and grabbed some lunch and a nap. Later that night it was off to the mall with two of C’s sisters to pick up some last minute wedding things and then back to the room to wait for C to get back from the office and the over to his parent’s house for a few hours and some food.
Wednesday I started working again (under the same conditions- beach breeze and ocean within view). This time I updated the web site and worked at the mailing list. Then some more pool, some more knitting, and some more napping. This evening was a dinner with two sisters, a niece, and her boyfriend. It was at a tapas restraint called SoHo and my favorite thing was a sweet plantain topped with shrimp and scallops with a sushi type spicy sauce and some miso. I could have eaten those all night, it was sort of like sushi, but better.
Thursday was spend at his parent’s. We put ribbons on boxes that would hold chocolate at the reception, ribbons on fans for the wedding (in the church without AC) and tags on bags of almonds. OK, so I really only helped with the boxes, but after I finally went to bed all of those other things got done.
Friday we went to the hotel, and to the rehearsal dinner. Unfortunately C had learned that one of his uncles is in the hospital because of stroke, so he and two sisters brought his mom & dad to the hospital to visit. I stayed behind, both because I hate hospitals, and because I didn’t belong in the middle of this family event, and checked out the resort, the casino, the food, and well, waited and knit….
Saturday was the wedding. It was beautiful. There are a few traditions that we don’t have here in the states, starting with some dimes that are passed between bride and groom, and to me the order of everything was different too. The reception was very cool and at the end there was some traditional music, played on traditional instruments, by a traditional band that I can’t recall the name of right now. After the finish of the exception I went to bed and C stayed up with most of the men in the family to watch a fight on TV. Since I don’t follow boxing I don’t recall the guy’s name, but I can tell you in Puerto Rico, the man is almost a god. I think he lost.
But this week I was in Puerto Rico visiting C’s family and going to a family wedding. Just thinking about it makes me breathe deep and try to meditate the stress from my bones. And on top of it I don’t being knitting with me as I wait, because it could be considered rude, and I am trying to learn Spanish, and if I bring my knitting, well, I tend to zone out and not concentrate on the conversation at hand, so it sits in the room, and as I wait, I think if how much of that scarf I could have finished….
Sunday was spent packing- packing my knitting, packing the things I needed to get done while I was gone, packing clothes, and packing up boxes of order to mail out before I left.
Monday we had to leave very early in the morning (4:30 am ) to catch our flight. C got bumped to first class because he flies so much and since the rest of the flight is just a sardine can I told him to go sit without me. I almost had an empty seat next to me, but no luck. I tries to start a new scarf but was too tired to pay attention to the pattern, and after the second big mistake, I pulled it all out and just started listening to Wicked on the I-Pod instead. Once we arrived, C left to work and to get fitted for his tux for the wedding. I napped, knit, listened to the ocean, walked around the resort, ate lunch, and generally chilaxed (new word that one of the niece’s taught me- to chill & relax at the same time).
Tuesday I got up and started working. I finished my newsletter, and blogged. Both while having the door of the balcony open, sniffing the fresh air and listening to the ocean. Then I went to the pool and tried to tan a little, listening to a book, and knitting my scarf. After about 45 minutes I had to leave, or risk looking like a lobster more than I already would and grabbed some lunch and a nap. Later that night it was off to the mall with two of C’s sisters to pick up some last minute wedding things and then back to the room to wait for C to get back from the office and the over to his parent’s house for a few hours and some food.
Wednesday I started working again (under the same conditions- beach breeze and ocean within view). This time I updated the web site and worked at the mailing list. Then some more pool, some more knitting, and some more napping. This evening was a dinner with two sisters, a niece, and her boyfriend. It was at a tapas restraint called SoHo and my favorite thing was a sweet plantain topped with shrimp and scallops with a sushi type spicy sauce and some miso. I could have eaten those all night, it was sort of like sushi, but better.
Thursday was spend at his parent’s. We put ribbons on boxes that would hold chocolate at the reception, ribbons on fans for the wedding (in the church without AC) and tags on bags of almonds. OK, so I really only helped with the boxes, but after I finally went to bed all of those other things got done.
Friday we went to the hotel, and to the rehearsal dinner. Unfortunately C had learned that one of his uncles is in the hospital because of stroke, so he and two sisters brought his mom & dad to the hospital to visit. I stayed behind, both because I hate hospitals, and because I didn’t belong in the middle of this family event, and checked out the resort, the casino, the food, and well, waited and knit….
Saturday was the wedding. It was beautiful. There are a few traditions that we don’t have here in the states, starting with some dimes that are passed between bride and groom, and to me the order of everything was different too. The reception was very cool and at the end there was some traditional music, played on traditional instruments, by a traditional band that I can’t recall the name of right now. After the finish of the exception I went to bed and C stayed up with most of the men in the family to watch a fight on TV. Since I don’t follow boxing I don’t recall the guy’s name, but I can tell you in Puerto Rico, the man is almost a god. I think he lost.
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