knitting groups

In my efforts to get back to Normal Life, I decided that yesterday afternoon I'd head over to my Sunday knitting group. A group of very talented and wonderful people whom I love. But. I may not be going there as often in the immediate future, because it took me *an hour and a half* to reach the bookstore where we meet.

Sometimes public transportation sucks. I walked to my closest T stop, and there were--surprise!--no trains, because of construction. A shuttle bus was waiting instead, to transfer would-be train riders to a station where trains could actually be found. I almost turned around and walked back home. Once on the bus, I reflected that at least there were no kegs of alcohol in the aisles, or chickens or pigs. It took oh, only about twice as long as a T ride, what with stoplights and picking more people up and dropping people off, to get to the transfer station. At which point I waited, and waited, and waited, while 6 trains that were *not* my train went by.

I love the T when it works. I am fully in favor of public transportation whenever possible. But this bookstore is all of maybe 4-5 miles from my house! I could have walked faster. Enroute I'm thinking you know, I've had it with screwy transportation situations for a while. I just can't take any more. Granted this is not a bus wobbling along a corkscrew tightrope of an unpaved road with a river valley a mere 500 feet below, but I'm just sick of it all. I'd rather be at home with a pillow over my head, or in the office struggling through spanish books. Boston has a unique talent of making places that are close on the ground very difficult to get to. Sometimes it seems that there are places you really truly can't get to from here. Not without a helicopter.

Fortified with iced tea, I did finally make it to the knitting group. It was great to see everyone, and see what they are working on, and feel welcomed home, and catch up a little bit. I do love that bunch of knitters. But, friends, if I don't come that often, you'll know why. Transportation frustration overload. It's not that I love you any less. It's just that at times, life seems too short to invite irritation.

Comments

[June]

Carrie, I'll try to make a better effort to attend KS gatherings. Of course, I would be happy to give you a lift. Maybe it will motivate me to go more often?

[claudia]

Yeah, me too. I need motivation in the form of others to get me to venture all the way to Brookline on a Sunday eve. Although I love it when I get my lazy butt to go.

[carrie]

fine with me! We can motivate each other. Maybe even have an incentive, like a nice stop at a sushi restaurant afterwards.

[Kerstin]

If you ever need a ride, give a holler. I'd be glad to swing by and pick you up. When I lived in Boston, I walked everywhere because the T could be so frustrating. Recently I took a trip to NYC with Alison and crew and we got transferred to The Bus That Didn't Move. We sat and sat and sat and rode about a foot every 10 minutes. I finally convinced the gals to get out and WALK. And walk we did. :)

[Kelley Padgett]

I am the volunteer coordinator for Beacon Hospice and I am in need of a knitting group to donate their time, energy and yarn to make lap quilts or blankets for our patients. Would anybody be interested in doing this? For those of you not familiar with hospice, we care for end of life patients. Please email me at kpadgett@beaconhospice.com or call 617-681-6131
Thank you