I’ve been making hats big, small, different colors and patterns. They’re crocheted around and constructed from the inside out so that I’m making a bowl that just keeps getting bigger. They’re awful but I can’t stop making them. It’s something about the process, the circle round or the fact that it’s a bowl I’m not sure but I keep showing up at family member’s homes announcing that I’ve arrived with another bag full of ill-fitting hats. Maybe it is a way for me to start a new year, a new ring around my life.
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Barry gave up trying to make sense of the newest version of software. Like his co-workers, he hated to call IT for assistance because he knew that they would be able to fix his issues immediately, and he just couldn’t stand looking like an idiot again. Instead, he opted for the method of just pushing different keys until something different happened. This of course led to clicking more options until something happened, and, well, he called IT.
Rusty comes from a long line of firefighters. His Irish heritage not only gives him his red hair and blue eyes but also a passion for helping out in an emergency. Most of his family are fighting fires in the city. He’s out west trying to save the big trees.
We’re so thankful that he and others are willing to risk their lives every day. Thank you.
Mike is still working remotely. Normally he’d be out on his bike right after work during the cool September early evenings, but since he’s been home all he can do is think about projects.
Instead of fresh air and exercise he’s spackling and painting, sanding and hammering, and drawing and measuring. His youngest daughter is finally off to college and since he’s not sure what the school year will look like with COVID he’s been fixing up her room, and the living room, and the kitchen, and every other place he and his wife have decided to update. Like an octopus fixing it’s nest in stormy water, Mike has a hand in everything.
Bud and Tina
Bud and Tina were close. They’d been that way since junior year in high school. Even though Tina went off to the west coast to pursue her acting career she kept in touch mostly by social media, but on occasion, usually in a semi drunken state, she’d call him just to say hi. Bud almost seemed to know she was going to call just as he knew that some day they’d be more than friends.
That day has not yet come, but after this weekend’s meet up in Meredith he was confident that she realized that they have a very deep connection. Tina admitted to him that she feels his warmth and loving touch right down to her roots. We’ll see!
Sean just doesn’t understand why he never gets a second or a third date. He goes to the gym at least 5 times a week, dresses in complimentary colors, and remembers to listen intently. Sometimes he actually holds his breath when others are talking.
He read somewhere that in order to seem desirable he had to stand out which to him seems ridiculous because it’s so natural to blend in. Maybe he’ll work on his voice next.
Edward felt that all those years of practice was beginning to pay off. He’d actually landed a spot in the symphony! The only problem was that he let him self go over that past year and now his waistband was just a bit too tight. The other flutists are taking bets to see how long it will take before he pops a blood vessel in his eye from blowing a bit too hard.
Paul was always in the back row of the choir not just because he was one of the tallest but because he was one of the loudest and that’s not necessarily a good thing. He had a unique talent for always harmonizing in the correct key and still keep gum in his mouth.
Josh had eyes that made women swoon. Too bad he didn’t get a chance to show them off this past week. He met up some of his friends who rode across the Kancamangus Highway. As usual, he was in the front of the pack when they hit a swarm of flies. It wasn’t the first time he and his group of friends pulled bugs out of their teeth, noses and hair but it was the first time one hit him right in the eye.
It’s been a week since he’s been able to wink at the hot chick on the Harley since the fly incident. She got his phone number. He still has it.
Tony secretly desired a haircut. After all, the time and energy required to keep his locks fully manicured were taking away from what really mattered to him. His bee hives. He simply couldn’t continue the hectic schedule of washing and primping after gathering honey in the morning. This meant that he had to go to the office smelling like a bonfire, and that wasn’t getting him any new dates.
As of yesterday, he decided his new future love would have to want fresh honey more than a fresh smelling man.