me and the DOL...

i have been zapped dearest readers,

zapped of my creative rambling soul.

it happened whilst sitting within the four walls of the Department of Licensing for the best part of today.

they,

(once again we are left wondering who 'they' are, but 'they' are out there and 'they' do these things)

yes, 'they' took it upon themselves to close down several DOL's within the area thus giving us only one building to do all the things that requires one to need a DOL

today my requirements were quite simple,

take our #2 to the DOL so she may take her driving test.

simple, but oh so time consuming.

i dressed in my crafty flowery frock and took my neverending 'blanket of the utmost kind' with me.

two hours later,

not even my blanket could save me.

i was drained by the feeling of 'waiting' that lay all around,

waiting in beige and gray surroundings...

i can't understand why someone didn't pipe up and suggest a risk was taken within the four walls i sat,

perhaps a risk with blue, or green or even yellow, something jolly and bright,

dare i say it, something 'uplifting' for those that are sitting waiting for their turn

i noted not one person out of hundred or more had crochet or knitting in hand,

they all appeared to have electronic devices within their grasp, our #2 included.

i wondered as i starred down at my blanket,

ready to change colors,

was i missing out not knowing how to text or play around with such things?

and then i wondered perhaps indeed it was the others that surrounded me

who were missing out.

surely it is more therapeutic to while away a few hours of waiting, having yarn in hand, slowly creating a blanket that one day will be given to another.

every minute

and

every hour

spent on this blanket

is a moment of my time and my love

i have given to her.

thoughts of her life,

thoughts of our life spent together

and

thoughts of the changes coming all too soon...

yes, surely i am not missing anything at all.

on returning to the shed,

five hours after leaving,

i now have two children that have a license to drive,

giving me even more reason to be thankful i can crochet.

when they are out and about driving i will sit in my shed

and without doubt,

crochet like i have never crocheted before.

thus distracting me from the worries of any parent waiting at home whilst their children are with vehicle in hand...

do you see what i mean dearest readers?

four hours of the DOL and my creative rambling soul has been zapped.

i don't think even my peachy red clogs can save me now...

she is wishing you a little color therapy within your four walls this weekend ~ Tif