Oh the best laid plans of a quick tidy and early to bed. . .
Hmm . . . Sirdar Snowflake yarn left over from a baby sweater I knit for grandson Kale . . . pet, so soft. Oh my, it appears to be on the needles I’ve been missing for . . well, since Kale was a baby and fitting said sweater! It seems to me I was knitting a chemo cap when I was . . . Hijacked!!!
Time flies like the wind. Fruit flies like bananas. – –Groucho Marx (1890-1977)
Lately my life has been making as much sense as Groucho’s quote and I haven’t even had the pleasure of sitting down and enjoying a good banana. At least Wascol has a good handle on life.
Someone once told me that time is a predator that stalked us all our lives. But I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey that reminds us to cherish every moment because they’ll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we live it. After all, Number One, we’re only mortal.
–Captain Jean Luc Picard Star Trek Generations Paramount Pictures, 1994
It seems all I have been doing is shifting piles of stuff from one part of the house to another. [same ol' same ol'!] But I here are some pictures to show not all has been lost.
My first box of yarn has arrived in the mail. There is something magical about sitting there with that light, wonderful taped box in your lap. A box full of dreams; the first of many I’m positive. You carefully open it and pull out a glorious array of soft cuddly yarn.
