To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Sometimes it is hard to find any purpose under heaven or anywhere else, for that matter. I think I am always trying to find a purpose to my life. Especially now. I have been through a few careers and now I wonder what is next.

I got a degree in medical technology and I really enjoyed the years I worked in that field. I was lucky to work for many esteemed people in the field and learned more than I thought possible. Then we moved to Ohio and was pregnant. I didn't go back to the lab, but that was ok with me. I had two boys at that time and kept pretty busy. But Jeff and I started selling antiques and juggling boys. I learned to cane chairs and had a nice little side business. I also taught caning (chairs, not people) at the local community college. Then another move back East. Now, what? A little poor health issue interfered for a few years. Ahh, subbing at the middle school. Two sons in that school, so it was convenient if not hmmm, interesting. I got very good at working visual aids. ( I showed movies)

And then another move to the Midwest. Whew. It was the hardest move. Boys in high school. No one wants to associate with a mom with teenage boys!! But the seasons go on. I find options at my church that keep me busy and productive. And I think I am a stay at home mom. But now my youngest is in his third year in college. I guess I am not a sahm, but there is that part of me that always will be.

And so I knit. And knit. And I find this keeps me busy and very productive. And my knitting friends have enlightened and amazed me. I am truly blessed to have them in my life.

So, keep stitching!

(Oh, my Christmas cactus decided to be a Halloween cactus this year!!)

He's left on a jet plane

Yes, Alex has left but I do know when he will be back. December 22. He made it to England, and they let him in. This place is already almost too quiet and clean. Well, not really.

I do miss him. I miss the kitchen table used as his closet. Well, not really. I miss the million of shoes in the family room. Well, not really. I miss all the pots and pans used for one meal. Well, not really. I miss all the lights on until three in the morning. Well, not really. I miss his voice. Really, I do.

But thanks to computers, I talk with him all the time already. And if we could figure out what is wrong with the computer camera, I would be able to see him. His roommate is from Sweden and is in England to learn English. And he is rooming with Alex?? Hmmm. I think I do have an idea for a new career. I could teach young Swedes English. Yum

Now on to another new chapter in the lives of the Wolos family. Alex leaving the nest once again. I used to say that I was a SAHM, but I don't think I can say that anymore. My youngest is in his third year of college. I think my sons take care of me more than I take care of them. Maybe I am retired now.

But the knitting goes on. Finished a sweater for me. I am very proud of it and actually wear it a lot. Scarves and hats for the shoe box program at church. It is hard to believe that there are so many children in this town that are so needy. A shawl for my godmother (yes, there are people actually older than me.) And squares for the Schuyler Blanket project. Oh, and I cabled!!!! Used it on some mittens that match my sweater!!

Keep stitching!!