Just a Little More Soul Sucking on my Way to Nirvana

Yesterday, after a full session of what I call "running the Yogi Gauntlet" and as I lay there during the loudest Savasana ever in time (didn't manage to get far enough away from the groaner, the snorer, or the heavy breather) I got to thinking that in spite of what I consider a little progress, I'm still pretty dang jammed up, and I have to confess now that it just may not have all that much to do with knitting or not knitting. It has more to do with wives' tales and their orientation. It also has to do with not being able to communicate or to be understood these days.

Just the other day, for example, we were having a conversation about how I was always told that I couldn't swim right after eating. Someone in our party asked, "Is there really a medical explanation for it?" And I said something to the effect: "Probably only a small one, kind of like you don't want to practice yoga right after eating, or say, compete in some sort of a race. But I will tell you what I really think is behind the whole deal. I think this whole 'you can't swim until an hour after you eat' rule is something our parents made up so they could relax after dinner."

Then someone said: "You know, they don't have that kind of rule back home."

"Why?"

"Because we have maids in our country."

Yeah. Jammed up, I tell you. Jammed up completely and totally. And you know how I know? My third eye told me so.

BTW: While my little Yogi Bolero dries in the dryer (Yes! You can throw hemp in the dryer!), I've been working on an old project. But hear this, my friends, don't you dare say a single thing to me about it, okay?

Just. Let. It. Be. I don't want to think too much about this thing or my head might explode.

ETA: If you want to know what this project is, here is a link. I cannot bring myself to type out its name, but if you want to take a look, you'll find it here.