Recently, the Powerball jackpot became gigantic. This doesn’t mean anything to me, I’m not a gambler. My co-workers caught the fever, so we bought lottery tickets. You didn’t see me on the news locking even my most reckless family members behind castle walls on a remote island, so no, we didn’t pick the right numbers. People were getting that glassy look in their eyes. I was relieved we didn’t win.
Winning the lottery is like going grocery-shopping without hearing Everything Zen: it happens to someone, you suppose, just not you.
During some bingy YouTube-watching, I came across a series of videos for this interesting pattern called the Catherine Wheel stitch. It is a very pretty pattern, in the hands of someone who knows what she is doing, which I do not. As I was watching videos of very pleasant instructors very pleasantly talking about the wheels of the wagon and the balance of the stitches, I wondered over and over again, ‘Are we speaking in code here? Did no one think to look up the meaning of the Catherine Wheel?‘