Blog #12--Knitting, weddings, and a favorite job

My daughter and I have been attending a knitting group on Friday nights since the beginning of April.  Even though knitting is my form of therapy—as are most crafts that I do—I thought that there may be some interest in a craft essay of this sort, since it involves a group of people and the things we talk about are pretty outrageous at times.  I have a very active social life, don’t I?  hahaha.

Then I thought about a wedding I attended by serendipity on Saturday.  I was at Twin Lights Lighthouse in Highlands, where I normally volunteer on Sunday, but had a meeting with the curator and her assistant.  There was a knock at the door—a little unusual since it was an “authorized personnel only” area—and when I opened it an older gentleman was rolling a lady in a wheelchair up to the door and asked to use the bathroom.  The public handicap bathroom is at the other end of the facility, but we didn’t want to delay and let them in.  We closed the outer door and then the inner door to the office so we could continue our meeting, but then we heard more voices.  When we opened it there were about 8 people standing in the tiny vestibule and the outer door opened with more people coming in.  Needless to say, it was a wedding party trying to get in out of the cold.  The bride-to-be was the caterer the Lighthouse uses for special events.  As usual, I opened my mouth to say something and put my foot in it, or so I thought.   Since I knew the bride-to-be in a professional way, I asked her if she would mind if I observed her nuptials.  No problem.  It was an interesting outdoor wedding. I've also crashed a couple of weddings in my lifetime—and been invited to the receptions in the process!

Did you have any doubts that I’d remember another job I’ve had?  Well, if you did, doubt no further.  Number 36 popped into my head yesterday.  It’s wasn’t on the list, but it is now.  That particular job wouldn’t be something I’d write about, but I may pick the one I would have retired from, if the company hadn’t closed its doors in 2006.  That was probably my most favorite job—the one I truly loved—the one where I was the lone female working there, so the only PMS I had to deal with was my own.