According to Merriam Webster - yo yo -adj. a condition or situation marked by regular fluctuations from one extreme to another.
Bingo! That's me - one minute I'm happily thinking of the adventure that's ahead, making plans, searching the internet for what could possibly become our new, dream home, thinking about experiencing fall colors right outside my door, maybe even my first white Christmas.
The next I'm faced with the very worst of it all - saying good bye. Last week I went to the local Farmer's market for the last time. Tuesday I had my last haircut with the best stylist ever. Soon I'll need to get an oil change and a safety check from the guys that have kept me on the road and never, ever treated me like a dumb girl when I described a noise, rattle or squeak to them. Each of these has caused me to bite my lip a little and hold back a tear.
But now I've come to the part where lip biting doesn't work. Rats! Last night, I met with my quilting pals at the local quilt shop. I have had a standing Wednesday night date with them for almost 10 years - from nearly the beginning of my quilting career. Oh, I didn't want to go. I wanted to just hide from it all and pretend that I didn't really have to say good bye.
But I was brave, I just got in the truck and drove. I only sat in the parking lot for a moment, took a deep breath and went inside. They had planned a little send off, complete with potluck and presents, too. Including an address book all filled out with addresses, emails and phone numbers - like I wouldn't know where to find them on a Wednesday night.
At the end of the night, I was so glad that I went. Even with a few tears sprinkled in here and there it was just another normal Wednesday night with good friends, good food and a lot of laughs. Even a little sewing got done.
Tonight I have a dinner date with some gals I've known from back when I used to wear pantyhose and pinchy shoes to work every day. Probably a few more tears and a lot more laughs are in store.
When the evening is over, it will be back to my little basket of yo yo makin's. The good byes are hard but the friendships are long. They won't end any time soon.
Treadling on Tuesday
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