There’s something in the air, there must be, as it has me feeling a bit unsettled recently. Unsettled really is the only word that seems to fit my mood. I’m not depressed, I’m not unhappy, I’m just… I find myself quick to anger, yelling at the kids, the idiot drivers ahead of me, the doofus in the subway turnstile ahead of me for the smallest infractions. Heck I’m muttering at my prefered browser as it has "issues" with copy/paste that are sending me over the edge. Is it seasonal? Am I just tired of wearing a big coat? Could be. Am I dreading the whole packing thing? YoubetchaIAM. I just wish it was all over. I slept well last night, getting into bed on time, sleeping mostly through the night with only one interruption to calm Kat after nightmare had her screaming at 2:23AM, and no extra early morning wakeup as a cudly boy climbed into bed for a change. I just don’t know.
I hate to say it, I have no knitting pictures to show. I’m plugging away on the sleeves for Klara, both at the same time, which is to say, not getting anywhere fast. But that is usually okay. Its the journey that matters, right and not the destination. I don’t even have pictures of new yarns to show. Maybe I need some retail therapy…
I’ve been meaning to show these for a while. Since the winter started, I’ve gone back to my commuting via NY’s Penn Station, which means I have to transfer trains in the new Secaucus Transfer Station. The two stations could not be any less alike. Penn is dark, dreary and depressing. Secaucus is light, airy and open. While these pictures are pretty crappy (and I apologize for that, used the whole camera phone thing), I think you can see the difference between the two quite vividly. (Penn on left, Secaucus on Right)
Penn is nothing if not utilitarian. Secaucus is a soaring expanse of marble and glass. It is huge and always feels pretty empty.
A tale of two stations.
Craft on.
