The only WIP still standing

Now that I have the prospect of free time for knitting, I must come to grips with the fact that I have only one project on the needles.  It’s boring.  It’s endless.  And since I can’t make up my mind about what to knit next, if I want to knit at all I have to power through and finish this.

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Last weekend I took both shawls – the finished green one (now many years old and needing a good wash and block) and the not-yet-finished gold one – and laid them out on the grass, with the gold overlapping the green.  Pretty, huh?  I love how neat the edge on the gold shawl is – that’s the actual edge, not a photo-shopped splice.

I was trying to get a photo which would show how much remained to be knit.  It turned out to be a pretty difficult thing to get in one shot; here’s the best I could do (the angle distorts everything):

I’ve been making steady progress all week so it’s even closer now.  I just added in the last ball of yarn!!!!!  I think I will be done within a week or so, and then a terrible problem emerges.  What next?  I am suffering from over choice.  There are so many gorgeous patterns out there begging to be knit that I have descended into a pattern paralysis, so to speak.  While I remain in this state of indecision, I will keep on ribbing.

Have a good weekend everyone!

 

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WordPress gives you statistics on a number of things, including what search terms people have used to find your blog. This can sometimes be informative, sometimes baffling, and sometimes hysterical.  This morning, I found this:

 

People found your blog using the following search terms:

 

Enough said.

 

Bluebells and milestones

On Thursday, I put the last edits in on my thesis, pushed the submit button, and finished my Exec MBA.  (Hooray!)  I called Doug and said “I’m finished!”  After the appropriate cheering and such, Doug said “OK.  What do you want to do now?”  I thought for a minute and said “Go see the bluebells!”

Bluebells are beautiful wildflowers that carpet parts of England for a few precious weeks each spring.  If you blink, you may miss them.  That would be a shame.  The best part of living in this corner of the world is going for a walk through the bluebell woods in the spring.  Below you can see a patch of bluebells in the distance; see the hints of purple?

And here they are up close.  I love this photo, which shows that in every crowd there is a non-conformist:

We went to see them at Grey’s Court, a National Trust property near our home, that has the most spectacular gardens.  I love this little peak of the flowering trees on the other side of the wall.

It’s been a very busy 30 months, full of hard work and total craziness, not to mention a career change mid-way through, but I must say I loved (nearly) every minute of it!

Whatever will I do now with all of my spare time?

 

 

So close….

I am so close to finishing my MBA.  So very, very close…

This means that I have no knitting to report, and no time to blog.  When I am finished (any day now!) I am going to knit like a maniac!  (Maybe I will sleep first.  And go out and celebrate.  And sleep some more.  But then, I’m going to knit.  And knit.  And knit.)

Wish me luck!  I’m almost there!

Just like every other day

Yesterday was April Fools Day.  I was heading into the city on the train.  As I was leaving the train station, I noticed a hand-written sign on a large white board.  It said:

Thought for the day:

Today is April Fools Day.

Don’t believe anything you hear.

Don’t trust anyone.

Just like every other day.

I did a double take, and stopped and stared at the sign while commuters streamed around me in annoyance.  This was obviously supposed to be funny; a little bit of humour to set you on your way.  I found this sign very depressing.  I left the train station feeling very down and sad about the state of the world.

I was in the city to conduct some interviews for an ongoing research project on stakeholder engagement in the mental health care sector.   My last interview of the day was with someone who had a very sad story to tell.  A sad and harrowing story.  One that didn’t end well.  Imagine, if you will, the kinds of sad and harrowing stories that could be told when discussing mental health.  Well, this was one of those stories.

The person who told me this story was elderly.  Life had dealt him a very bad hand.  He could have been profoundly pessimistic.  His story had ended tragically, but he believed in the power of change.   He believed in the power of people to make changes.  He believed in the power of people to be good.  He believed that he could make a difference.

I walked back to the train station late in the day and the sign was still up.  But in my head, I re-wrote that sign.  In my head, it said:

Thought for the day:

Someone today is making a positive difference in the world.

Just like every other day.