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.
7 responses so far ↓
1 Elaine // Mar 1, 2006 at 1:58 pm
Wow, that’s a subway station? amazing. Hey, GORGEOUS on the vest. I’d ask to borrow it, but I’d need one for the other arm too.
2 --Deb // Mar 1, 2006 at 1:58 pm
Okay, here’s a joke for you:
Q: Why do witches fly on brooms?
A: Because nature abhors a vacuum.
3 Carole // Mar 1, 2006 at 2:25 pm
Cheer up, it’s March. And, while it may be the cruelest month, it will be spring in just 19 days.
4 Jill // Mar 1, 2006 at 9:02 pm
It’s the end-of-winter-BLAHS. I have them too. I just cannot wait for the weather to be decent enough to shoo everyone outside for the whole day. The need for bright sunlight is overwhelming at times. Hang tough, this too shall pass. ;o)
5 JessaLu // Mar 2, 2006 at 12:09 am
I’ve been overly snappish lately, too – it’s called Cabin Fever and there’s an epidemic this time of year ;o) I’d suggest retail therapy but you might want to wait until after the move since you’ll just have to pack whatever you buy… ;o)
Hate to say it but (from the photos – I’ve never been to either) I like Penn Station better than Secaucus – that ‘soaring ceiling’ thing makes my heart go pitter-patter and my stomach drop to my toes.
6 Cathi // Mar 2, 2006 at 5:51 am
This to shall pass. It is the lack of sunlight and the end of winter blues set in along with the Olympic Knitting let down after all the pressure and work of finishing your wonderful vest.
Now you need to do something else wonderful for yourself, like that sweater that came in the box that day!!!! Wouldn’t hurt to think about it that is for sure and the mention of retail therapy is always good especially if it is a yarn store. You can always pack another box when you move who would know?? I hope you have a better day and can shake the blahs. Start something new you always love to do that.
7 Angelia // Mar 2, 2006 at 10:19 am
Relax about the packing – remember? It’s mostly yarn!
I agree with you on Penn Station. It feels dark and dreary. Feels kinda like you’re a lab mouse in a maze or something. I’ve never been to Secaucus station.
Hope your week gets better!